When She Turned

Then she looked north up the darker road, from where the wind blew upon her face without a sound. She should go that way. All other roads were blocked. 'Besides', she reasoned, 'all roads lead to the sea eventually, and I have all the time in the world now. I have a whole life to spend just getting home, getting out into the clear waters'. Still, she wished she could see them, however far away, sparkling inb the distance a beacon to guide her... some hope at the end of her toil.

Picking up her heavy feet, she set off into the darkness and was quickly concealed in the fogs that rose from the street to the sky.