She liked the idea of a stranger in an
Airbnb
in town. It felt more exciting than a local just doing a
staycation
, which was a word she'd never heard before. At first she thought she might want to do a staycation, but then she couldn't ignore just how much she wanted to get out of here. It could be even someplace like
Chicago
, wherever. She had to escape. Even just temporarily.
Originally Mikayla was going to go with her. But she'd gotten sick, and now Imogen was left with either throwing all her plans out the window or just going by herself. She was worried by how others would view her all-lacking hesitation in this decision until she finally got on the road, onto highways that no longer represented
Westcity
, but elsewhere.
Once she was on the road it was easy to be on the road. She could be out of Westcity for the rest of her life and she wouldn't mind. So long as she could feel this same way. Summer wind and music in the air and through her hair. Perfect setting for a
cigarette
. She kept her left hand on the steering wheel as her right went for her purse. She grabbed her pack of
Camel
s. As soon as her right tattooed wrist sensed the lightness of the pack her gut immediately felt heavier.
