by Mousen » 11/06/2016 5:51 PM
She watched as the car slowed down a little, and briefly, Tonya made eye contact with the two men in the vehicle. She didn't shy away from them, even as the car sped up, leaving her behind on the roadside. She stepped out into the middle of the road behind them, eyes following the red glow from the taillights as it slipped round the next corner. Once the car had gone, all was still. Having no other option, Tonya continued walking.
The desert night was cooler than she remembered, she was wrapped up in her old leather jacket, hands shoved into her pockets, rucksack swinging from one shoulder. She paused and dug around in it for a moment or two, then, into her pockets. One lighter and a slightly crushed packet of cigarettes appeared. She lit her last one and inhaled deeply, smoke tumbling back out of her mouth.
The ten minute drive was a good forty minutes on foot, but Tonya didn't mind. There was so little here, out in this particular part of nowhere, less so than usual. The endless distance the dessert was perfect for hiding things, it would be so easy to get lost in the magnitude of the place. It was a game of needles and haystacks. You could go out looking for the strange and never find it, not in all those miles. (Lucky for some.) Once the strange had found you, though, (because that too was playing its own game of needles and haystacks) it would never quite leave.
Tonya... Tonya didn't quite know what had started first, the weirdness or the wandering. The further back she got, the hazier things became. She was left impressions of dark nights, long winding roads, and the low roar of cars on country roads. It seemed like it had been like that forever, but change, slow though it was, was inevitable. Tonya had a plan.
She'd heard about it on the radio, first of all. A strange boy, telling the stories of ghosts at their request. When she first stumbled across it, she couldn't quite believe her luck. Finally, there was someone who could speak to the ghosts for her. She would find out why they refused to speak. She'd get her answers.
The radio station was a blinking light ahead, and the only car around was the one that had passed her by earlier. She smiled, a flash of white against her red lips. She'd come back to that later, but for now, the station. She slipped into the building, the door was unlocked. She moved from the tiny green room, to the office, passing in front of the window of the recording booth. She wasn't sure where the other guy was, but the host was right where she expected him to be. She winked at him, giving him a wave as she opened the back door (also unlocked) and slipped outside into the cool night air. She really felt like a ghost now, she'd never thought about haunting anyone before. There was something quite enjoyable about it.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.