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A car idled on the right shoulder of the road; the engine alternating in purrs and sputters in the night’s cooling air. Kate sat, tapping a phone number into her cell, hoping to make a song request while she could still maintain radio signal on the long road ahead. On the second ring, she was put through.

“Frontier radio. How are you this evening?”
“I’m fine. Can I make a song request? It’s Shania Twain’s It only hurts when I’m breathing.“
“Sure thing! Have a good night.”

And the voice on the other line ended and she was again, alone. Just as the silence began to fill the car, the first bars of the song streamed out of the speakers. Kate turned back out onto the road and continued in a northward direction, not quite sure of where she would stop.

In the early morning hours she approached a truck stop, turned into the lot and shut off the ignition. Reclining her seat, she was able to sleep for a few hours although it was a fitful slumber. The longer she slept, the more fitful she became, once even becoming drowsily conscious of a cold sweat. The hours passed late inot the morning until the sun warmed the car and it’s bright light shone on her face. Groggily, she sat up and retrieved a granola bar and bottle of water from the back seat. Once she finished eating, she walked to the restroom to wash up.

Back in the car, she pulled away from the truck stop and quickly took to the road. Trees, bare and bleached clung to the asphalt edges around each bend. Patches of snow were mixed with brown and decaying leaves.

Hours and days passed without the scenery changing except when she chanced to pass through remote villages. Kate did not know what she was looking for. Three towns later, she had not found a sense of belonging or of home. She kept on driving.