Don't Ask Me, It Just Came Out.

She bid on a tin of blood. Twin's blood. Their nation used to be called Siam. She took the tin of blood and tried to hide it. She didn't want it to be discovered. She poured the contents of the blood in the lining of an old Buick. No one will ever know. She finds herself riding the waves of an inlet. Maintaining her balance she does not fall. Now associating with people she does not know in a room with a view. She sees the blue sea for miles. She yearns for a room of her own. She steps outside to light up a smoke. She walks along the old weathered boards and never returns.