Just Another Desert

Sweat beads down the small of Sierra's back. She can feel her shirt already damp against her skin. And she hasn't even left the motel room yet.

Moving silently, she collects her things. After running this long, she knows.
Her father used to say. A place for everything. Everything in its place.

She pushes the unwanted memory from her head. Pulls her backback on.
Johannes is still passed out on the bed. Naked. His gorgeous cock.
Sierra flips him off.

On the hotel room balcony, she squints against the glaring sunlight.
Leaves the door ajar.

And walks to the highway.