The lines of departures flickered. The arrivals flipped and scrolled up. Like a Burning Man stick figure against the glow of the fire, she stood so loose limbed as to seem dejected. Again she thinks, again, where will she go? East or West? Turkish or Norweigian? Norway was civialized, Turkey not so, in places...hmmm where is the best hunting grounds..
Her tote bag at her feet, full, she touches her hair in the light of the neon words of towns and cities known and unknown, and thinks aloud,
"I wonder if I buried him deep enough. This time."
She brushes the front of her designer dress with her manicured hands, closes her eyes, and points.
"There."
I could see this fabulous
I could see this fabulous ending play out in my mind and I wanted to applaud. Your exceptional ability to craft, with impressive brevity, characters with gravity and believability and scenes that showcase our humanity as well as theirs, brought it all into focus.
Engaging, endearing, brilliant. Truly, this is worth cheering for. Bravo!