The Start of a Story That I Wish I Could Finish...

I started this story a while ago and it was going really good, but like always, i got stuck. So here's what I managed to finish. lol @ Jenn wanting me to use her name in it.


A lone shadow moves slowly along Highway 1. A trained eye can see it is a person with few personal belongings; only enough to fit into a small backpack, nothing more. The drifter stares off at the far Quebec horizon, patiently waiting for a car to stop and pick her up. She loses herself in the pink and orange colors of the sunset, reflecting on who she is and who she has yet to become. After walking and thinking for what seems like an eternity, a wood panelled station-wagon pulls up next to her. After mouthing a silent thanks to a higher power, she kneels down to the opening window of the car. The driver is a while haired man in his mid-60’s, he has a kind face. When he speaks, he has a Welsh accent, but the drifter cannot figure out where the accent is from. He asks the question she was expecting, where are you headed to? Wherever you’re going sounds fantastic. She smiles warmly, but doesn’t say more than necessary. He unlocks the door and waits for the drifter to get comfortable. Once her bag is tucked away nicely and her seatbelt fastened, the man asks if Montreal seems like an acceptable destination. The drifter only nods; she is not quite sure if she likes to talk or is the quiet type. As the car begins to move, she pulls down the visor in front of her and looks into the small mirror. It is slightly smudged, but she can see her reflection fine. She looks at her brown curly hair and round face. A name is necessary. Her full lips are lightly coloured and just barely chapped. A hometown is a key piece of information as well. She makes her way up to her round brown eyes, but just as she begins to focus on them the man speaks. “Well young lady, do you have a name?” She thinks to herself about how good of a question that is. Quickly, she thinks of the first thing that pops into her head. “Jenn… Hval” The man nodded and started the engine, not replying with his name. It was a quiet car ride.