[ He’s focused on the task at hand, brows wrinkled together in concentration as he counts the bills that sprawl &decor the car. Finally, he looks to her, voice lacking emotion. ]
❝ Guess we were wrong about that mini mart back there ——they only had a couple hundreds. ❞
she scratches at her eyebrow with her long thumb nail, surveying the look of their haul with a fleeting sigh.
❛we’ll make do. right now, we just have to… lay low for a few towns. and hit bigger net time.❜
when you grow up in a place like this, you do it without h o p e. everyday you see your mother turn from a glowing goddess, to an old and angry shrew, & everyday, you see your father turn from the hero he once was to a balding mess with gray at his temples, and a bad back.
everyday, jo’s forced to look at the face of people living her dream. her home is a pit-stop on everybody’s scenic trip, and she’s stuck here, shackled by her own responsibility.
it’s late, dinner time, her slowest at the bar. nobody ever eats here, they’ve all got higher standards. she sits, completely alone, her parents off god knows where.
the clink of the bell above the door startles her, expecting her father. instead, her gaze set on a younger man, tired-looking, and restless. another traveller. another person with a way out, a luxury she just doesn’t share. she can hardly twist her face into her most polite smile.
