Mary Jane gunned the motor of the old blue VW bus. She took one last look at the yellow house she had spent all last summer painstakingly painting, and the fresh summer daisies peeking up happily from the sweet smelling dirt.

But today, none of that mattered. All that mattered to Mary Jane was the road ahead, the vast expanse of nothing.

Mary Jane wanted that nothing. And nothing was going to stop Mary Jane from getting it.

She pulled up the tea length skirt of her vintage sixties yellow lace cocktail dress and kissed her peace pendant hanging from her rearview mirror. Her flowered suitcases were stuffed in the back, and a cooler rested on the passenger seat beside her, filled to the brim with an unending supply of Diet Coke. She was going to need it where she was going.

The road can be a lonely place.

A lonely place of unconquered pleasures, inspiring adventures, and most importantly, nothing.

Goodbye, she thought as she pulled out into the brimming California sunrise.