Forty seven

I move my legs together and hold onto my dress pulling it over my legs so the wind doesn't get the best of it.

Seated alone, under the street light. I secretly pray the car coming from afar is a taxi.

But wait if it is a taxi, I don't even have any money. And even if he takes me back to the city and then the hotel, who knows what to Vilda and what if no one is back at the hotel.

Ugh. My life is screwed. I still can't ask a stranger to drive me home.

Sadly whatever car is coming over. I'll just have to tragically watch it pass me by.

As the car gets close, close for the streetlight to show me more than a glimpse of it, I notice it must belong to someone wealthy.

Slowly I watch the car pass by, without making any sound or waving or trying to stop it to ask for help.

I feel my eyes start to hot again and in no time I am crying again.

And God, I'm so thirsty.

My attention is immediately diverted to the car that just passed by, it has made a stop at the front and is now slowl