It's Still Life

Virginia Beach —dusk whispering left at the curve.

She was never buried—only bent. Like the road. Like the truth. Her name—lost in the turn, caught between asphalt and afterthought. Now, she lingers where the trees lean too close, where the ditches weep when it rains.

She’s The Girl. No name. White dress. Waiting eyes. She’s polite. Southern. Sugar drawl grief.
She haunts where the radio hums a song you shouldn’t know. Always the same bend. She never waves. She doesn’t have to. She’s not angry. Just unfinished.

Drive carefully. Don’t stop. She’s not waiting for you. She’s remembering who didn’t.

Note: Elbow Road is real, and the bend in Elbow Road has led many speeding cars into the deep ditches on the narrow lane that leads from Virginia Beach to the sea. The legend of the ghost that haunts this road is long and deeply embedded into local mythology.