Collaborative ETP V - Migration Geneology

ACT ONE: that particular chapter

Miles and miles tell her that she needs something but it wasn’t from Chicago. Montana is where you go to have a large house after years of saving. There were days she would shut her eyes so hard because of all the hard work and long writhing and decaying years. The past was crawling up her leg and sinking megatons of thrust deep into her memories. The mission is important, the objective critical. She's finally going somewhere.

ACT TWO: move

She inserted the key and turned the ignition

She burns left, then right, and north, and backtracks. She waits, she crosses the divide.
Noxious gases puff and swirl. Metals and paints corrode. The maelstrom is at her door.

She's finally going somewhere. It's been years.

ACT THREE: the glass is half empty

She really belonged to the world sometimes.

Once she lived in Mexico City; The skin there was so, "southern belle-ish on your sister and so I’m-going-to-help-build-the-atomic-bomb-ish on you." She had to leave. It was far too much.

She wandered lonely landscapes. She wandered into the black desert and its endless waste. The mission called.





Time passed.
She moved to Montana. Afterwood she would call it.

It's not everything she was promised. It’s a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. It made her more hate her sense.

She's finally there.