Lost Journals

Spending time in Iowa was like a vacation in outer space: quiet and devoid of life. Peri spent her days alone - writing in a journal, quilting, reading, or driving. The most interaction she had each day was via email and that wasn't enough stimulation to stir a cess pool.

By the third day the silence was getting to her. She considered going to the bar but didn't want to run into anyone from high school especially an ex-boyfrined or two.

After losing her husband, the most logical response her adled brain could come up with was to fuck anything that moved. These actions left many a battered man in her path: hearts were broken, promises crushed, and yet she move on. The need for promiscuity only lasted a few months before she really jumped off the deep end.

She was homeless, living out of her car and surviving on Sean's savings. Much of this time was a blur to her now. The move to Colorado had saved her from her own destructive desires.