Western

A woman on a horse (guiding a horse?) watching the sunset (or the stars, at night) answering to a man who fancies her, or to a young woman looking up to her, like she is someone or something:

You know, I'm that kind of woman that every man wants to try on 

but no one wants to keep.

I don't know what happens after. I can't write the characters, the scene. It's just that line, that line that I'm sure of, the sentence that comes at me when I fail to sleep or when I'm drunk. Again and again.

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All I can see is the hair. Blond, curly, under the cow-boy hat. Like Marilyn with Clark Gable. But older, less pretty, more cheap and more touching. Like Dolly Parton with Burt Reynolds, singing I will always...

I can see the bleached hair and I can hear the tiny voice. 

Stupid and broken.