Outside Cheyenne Lucy sat on the truck stop toilet, elbows on her knees and head in her hands.
“I’m too old and been through too many men to cry,” she thought.
She wondered if anyone would ever care for her again or had anyone ever? Why did she get hooked up with men she didn’t really respect and who knew what they thought about her?
She stood, pulled up her jeans, and walked to the grimy sink; there was no soap. She walked out front in time to see him pull out on the two-lane back the way they came.
“I’m too old and been through too many men to cry,” she thought.
She wondered if anyone would ever care for her again or had anyone ever? Why did she get hooked up with men she didn’t really respect and who knew what they thought about her?
She stood, pulled up her jeans, and walked to the grimy sink; there was no soap. She walked out front in time to see him pull out on the two-lane back the way they came.
