Round and Round
By Jen

o_o_sunday Challenge:  moving

Images blurred as they passed her window. She had no idea how long they’d been traveling. Long enough for the frantic energy of survival to give way to the stupor of exhaustion. The bus was silent except for the sound of wheels moving on pavement.

Her mind was elsewhere. Remembering the hesitation that had wanted to root her to the ground even when he told her to go. Thinking about all of the moments between them, regretting the ones that kept him from believing she loved him.

And so the world went on, but she was frozen. Unmoving.