Cut To Black

Soon, into silence the sound of a car approaching.

She whispers, "You're lost and found what you're looking for?"

I hope. So take me down, we'll see bout that.

Keep on looking back for the right exterior sunlit motel parking lot.

They tell me that you'll tell them sweet.

Years pass by, looking older now, forty-ish.

Gemma through two silhouettes,

Two shots have broke, why tax it?

As I recall, incarcerated, a year goes by so slow.

Two years, is having fun.