Run!

Sitting at one of the few tables that this small town coffee shop provides. I found myself staring out the window. I always have the same spot; the table in the back corner, right by a window. Laptop, note book, pen, phone and my regular coffee all laid out in front of me. With my worn leather bag leaned against the leg of the chair.
My bag contained: a book (in the proses of reading), an unopened pack of gum, clutch, pocket knife, and keys. "Travel light" was my life.

Just like any other summer day. People were going about there business. Doing there every day-to-day routine. I had just moved in only 2 months ago and like always I didn't take the time to get to know anyone and they didn't take the time to get to know me. I liked it this way. No attachments and no one to have going on and on about the problems they had. He did this. She did that... bla-bla-bla.

Hopefully this time I can actually settle down hear and stay for once. Hopefully... Not very likely though. With my history I haven't been able to stay in one place for more than 6 months tops. People were starting to know that I lived here and know I existed. I was someone more than the tourists that come through and stay a night every now and then. This fact alone put me on edge. Then again I kinda like this little town. It's not a nosy town like others I've been to.

Two days later I got a knock at the door. "Strange, Who would be coming here and at this late hour no less?" I mumbles to Revan who was on alert from the knock. I opened the door and saw a large man standing in the shadows in front of me. "Can I help you?" I asked. "Ma'am, I'm Officer Jones with the county police. We got a call from L.A. Asking about you and we've been requested to hold you." Replied the Officer. "O I see." I began, and thinking quickly, "Just give me a moment." I said closing the door on him. That would give me 4min and 23 seconds before he notices anything. "Revan! Car!" I order in a stern quiet voice. Revan at once jumped to his feet and went to the car in the garage. "Travel light" always came in handy... I grabbed my Backpack and threw it on the bed. Then I grabbed the clothes out of the two draws I had them in and stuffed them in the bag. In the bathroom was a bad of all my toiletries. Slinging my bag over my shoulder I went to the kitchen were I grabbed my warn leather bag off the back of a chair and went into the garage where Revan was sitting by the car. I opened the back door and Revan jumped in just before I flung my bags in behind him. The rest of my belongings were already in the trunk. I opened the garage door as I was jumping in the drivers seat and starting the car. Just as I back out I heard my front door being kicked in.

Run: Don't know the beginning or the end to this life style of running, but it is who I am. No one can hold me, no one can ground me. A curse that I have embraced as part of me. So many places to be seen. An unknown path to follow. Where I end up next only time will tell. I'm foolish to think I could ever settle down. Run, I must in order to survive. Like an eagle born to fly I was born to run.