Slim with beautiful brown hair falling just past her shoulders and a killer body, she was stunning. A cheeky smile, a glint in her dazzling eyes and a...knowing way she carried herself, hinted at a naughty personality. She had come, as many had to request a track, but was in no hurry to leave after, instead starting a flirty conversation all whilst seductively drinking a bottle of beer. This might seem the sort of exaggerated phrase put into a story for the sense of added drama and eroticism, but. Typical he thought, it was all about her and she couldn’t be bothered to do the right thing. ****************** Months later as he topped a tall hill, Lewis stopped his Harley and gazed down into the peaceful valley spread out below him. It ran northeast away from his position toward the mountains that formed a boundary and closed off one end of the valley. The morning sun was shining and made everything look bright and new. There’s the ranch house, he thought. Just like I remembered it. . Ibrought myself a silver necklace with a letter E on it, and then decidedto get myself some fruit and save the rest of my money for later, butwhen I entered the fruit shop, I stopped in surprise, for dressed inblack as if she had just come from a funeral-my funeral, was my mother.I opened my mouth to tell her who I was and my necklace gave me thelightest of shocks as a warning, so I shut it and looked away, wonderingwhat to do. I suspected that any attempt to identify myself would get. The museum added a chill to her flesh, the air conditioning drafting overhead. She had already covered up to the third corridor since her arrival to this new city. Her aunt thought the culture would do her some good, when in reality the culture was the only thing allowing her the chance to feel at home, to feel like she had some friends. At eighteen, her friends were not of flesh and blood, but of pastels and water colors.She seated herself before her favorite Van Gogh, as she always did upon.