**Had this idea while couple weeks back, thought I’d turn it into a shorter story!**
**Charlotte looked like** [Zendaya](https://i.imgur.com/WYiZmDK.jpg) **in my head when I was writing this btw :D**
Charlotte sat on the bench outside the desolate bus station. Under the shade of a large billboard which advertised cigarettes, she put her head back and sighed. *No money. A million miles away from home. You really fucked it up this time Charlotte.* The southwestern desert stretched out for eternity ahead of her. Dust and sand and death. A highway could be made out in the distance, speeding cars like little bugs skittering in the heat.
An old couple carrying suitcases walked out of the bus station, the old man pulled a suitcase as well, the wheel was squeaking on the boiling tarmac. Charlotte stood up as they passed, smiled as politely as she could.
‘Hey, Mister and Mrs.’ They stopped, looked at her perplexed. ‘Could you lend me some money… I can’t afford a ticket home. I’m on my way to my cousin’s in California.’
The old woman began to speak, but her husband interrupted. ‘Sorry, girl. We have no cash on us and we’re in a rush.’ He grabbed his wife and dragged away out of sight.