Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same words.
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This week's words are:
Gray
Fathom
she could hear the truck down shifting to a stop.. it had been such an awful day,, sleeping here in the hide-a-bed of a strangers truck was the closest thing to peace she had experienced all day........ she closed her eyes and instantly drifted right,, back,, to sleep… the 10 or more beers she had drank earlier in the evening making this given…
tears of utter frustration made their way out of the little slits in the huge purple swellings that surrounded both eyes… she and miguel had been drinking earlier in the night,, he started the whole "whore" thing again.. she fought back.. she was no match for him when he was hammered… he blackened both her eyes and broke her nose.. she ran into the night and hopped in the first ride that pulled over to let her in…
luckily for him,, he came quickly… lucky for her he had no other intentions.. when he was done,, he was done..he wanted her out of the truck…she would have stayed...she had no where to go...it was dark..
the sun hadn’t quite broke the horizon.. as she headed off toward what she assumed was the highway...she thought she saw a building up ahead…. maybe there would be a phone… who would she call??
he drove away before she had a chance to really think about what had happened…she cried, silent tears,, no sound.. no feeling.. just there..
she was too drunk to notice before.. she had asked him if he would mind if she laid down.. it had been such a bad night,, she just wanted to lay down.. to pass out .. to make it all go away…she thought he felt sorry for her.. she thought when he actually saw her black and blue and bloody,,, and crying.. she thought he understood...
she thought he was telling the truth when he said he'd take her as far as memphis.. she could find her way to michigan from there.. to her mom.. she wanted her mom.. she wanted to go home...she laid down,, thinking that when she woke,, she would be half way there...
but... here she was... on a dark stretch of highway. somewhere in texas... walking in the middle of the road, as there wasn't a car coming in either direction.. she wouldn't have had the balls to stick her thumb out ,, if there had been one....
she walked… alone… first in the dark.. then in the itty bitty glow,, of the sun breaking over the flat texas horizon... the sky dark, and gray, and mournful…
she walked.. the highway was desolate.. she couldn’t fathom getting a ride.. not once it got light and people could see her,, could see the blue black of her disfigured face… see the blood all over her shirt, her jeans.. probably her face… where it hadn’t been washed away by the tears she didn't even really know she had been crying..