THE DAUGHTER: Fallen from Grace Part III [prose]

The Daughter [Fallen from Grace, part III]

"Chain", that is his name, or at least, that's what they call him. He has a chain tattooed around his bald head, and, he has a blue Harley that he loves
more than life. She sits behind him on his Hog, as they fly through valleys
and mountains, forever free, forever stoned.

She had left her family a few weeks ago, to live the wild life, with Chain
and his friends. Their life seemed to be so much more Graceful, and, she didn't care what happened, as long as the PCP, and the smoke, and the Hog,
lasted.

They were very high now, she and Chain. The Hog roared, and streaked along the mountain road like a Blue Rocket. But Chain, he was way too stoned, way too wasted, and, when the road turned left, he went straight.

The sign said: Elevation,  5000 ft.

She  just smiled, so high, soooooooooo high, so  blissfully high. Chain had fallen off and left her, but still she rode, flying now, free from the stricture
of the highway. She laughed out loud, she was so happy. Free at last, free at last, at last her life was full of Grace. Still smiling, she watched the rocky desert floor rush up to greet her, and… she saw an image of her father, there, in the red sand. He was smiling at her, and he said, "Welcome home,
darling".

"Now, why is my daddy out here in the desert?", she thought, as she and her flying Hog plummeted...