The latest entry in the 100 x 100 series.
Legacy Sleep and Stay (@ Scrawlers)
The hotel’s old neon sign had been there for decades.
Flashing four words in sequence with a directing arrow
arriving late at the bottom of the sign.
“He was old. It was his time.” she says.
Her eyes are red because she’s been crying,
My eyes burn because I won’t.
We stare at lights changing in front of us,
commanding and shepherding our movements.
We take a left and drive toward the cemetery.
“Stay” I whisper.