With the windows open, she could feel a slight cross breeze.
It wasn't cool.
Rather warm.
The touch on her naked skin was another's fingers. Tracing.
She writhed.
Her only pain was an unfulfilled yearning.
If only his hands were on her and not the wind.

she...off kilter

She woke.
She dressed.
She left.

She lives with 3.

She spoke to no one.
She got on the interstate.
She broke down.
She knew it was the transmission.
She didn't want to call for help.

This was the most peace she had felt in days.