she drove on


Maria could not.
Maria would not.
She drove on, not stopping anywhere in the south—arriving on fumes just north of the Mason-Dixon line.
Then the overwhelming colorfast would resolve—the cobwebs would scatter.
Then she would hibernate through the remaining plague times.

“Hope is my only motivation.
I put no faith in the god they try to force upon me.
I commit my faith to chance…”

— Rhonda M. Ward / “Desirous of Her Liberty at This Time”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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