(open) like a bee inside a jar

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When; Throughout the first week of May
Rating; T for tentative?
Characters; Anna and You
Summary; An open log
Log;

[ The car is just the way she remembered it, the way it was when she had hidden it in the woods outside that house: dust-streaked and dinged, the seats stained with blood and tears and coffee. Her mother had intended to give it to her, that car, but Anna had needed it before her twenty-fifth birthday had come along. Before she had gotten a job or finished school or fallen into a relationship that her mother could approve of. Maman had always known what Lucie would lead her Anna into: heartbreak and trouble. Anna had known it too, and she had taken the car anyways. She had driven it to the hospital and taken Lucie and they had never looked back. In many ways, the vehicle is a comfort. It had been their home for two years and stored inside of it are all the things that Anna thinks she truly needs to survive: a blue tent, a few pots and pans, a shotgun and its shells, and her little leather bag of stolen medical supplies. She had wished for it, knowing how it would comfort. The vehicle is also a heavy weight in her thoughts. An anchor into the past. She can smell Lucie on the interior, and on her clothes still packed neatly into a satchel. Lucie was not so very neat, Anna had packed it for her after washing the contents inside. There is no one to look after here, and Anna cannot even bring herself to be so selfish as to wish Lucie was beside her. She just takes her car beyond the city and sets up camp. ] OPTION A: Anna's campsite! She may point her shotgun at you! OPTION B: Anywhere else around town in her snazzy little car.