The feeling didn’t leave her in the car. As the door shut she felt like she wasn’t alone. She checked the back seat nothing but her lone bag, had it been moved? She had her phone clutched near her chest, and backed out turning around towards the road. Her lights passed through the trees but she couldn’t see anything. She drove ready to accelerate in case she had too.
The hotel couldn’t have been more than a mile away. The
blue
roof inn. 70 $ a night. A bargain she paid in cash. Some her aunt gave her to buy herself something nice.
“You’ll be in room 110 just up the stairs on the first floor to the right.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you! Hope you enjoy your stay.”
In the room she charged her phone. It was drained and she showered. She washed off the days stress and worry there, and the hot water steamed the glass.
Her phone was right where she left it. For some reason she was worried it wouldn’t be.
Spacecity
she googled, and then used Bing. But she couldn’t find much. She changed to a private browser. Nothing. Aside from these strange stories on the internet, and one article.
“Spacecity has nicer coffee than earth.” Said Keith.
“Spacecity was the Blue group’s biggest risk did it pay off?”
But what is it? She jotted it down in her notebook.
