The sun shone bright in the sky overhead, like midday before the gunfight in one of those old westerns. As I looked around, I could even see tumbleweeds blowing across the open road. Golden fields stretched as far as the eye could see on either side of that road, and I had no idea where I was.
With my arms crossed over my chest, I looked both ways and not knowing where to go, I began to walk. I could feel blood trickling down my forehead. I even felt it stop when the wind blew, pushing it up and into my hair.
There were no cars anywhere, no signs of life, unless you counted me, and the empty road that was clearly paved by someone. My feet ached, but somehow, something told me I had to keep on walking.
I looked down the length of my body. My sundress was torn; my legs were bare and skinned. I raised my hands to my face and could see cuts across my palms. My arms ached, and they too were covered in deep wounds, though luckily they had stopped bleeding.
I watched as the sun overhead moved across the sky, from being directly overhead, to being almost behind me. I tried to remember what that meant, but there was nothing. No memory of anything other than what it was. Which way was I walking, I had nothing but the hope that it was toward somewhere.
I kept moving, my legs, my feet, aching more and more, begging and pleading with me to stop. I felt like I was in a dream, but you can’t hurt in dreams, can you? I remember something about pinching yourself to know for sure if you’re dreaming or not. If you felt pain, you couldn’t possibly be dreaming. I pinched myself, and it hurt.
I looked around again, and still there was no one in sight. How long had I been walking? I didn’t know. The only thing I did know was that I had to go on, to keep moving, but to where? Where was I? How did I get out here? My mind was filling with questions I didn’t have the answer to.
The golden fields stretched for what must be miles on either side of me. There were no buildings in sight, not a single landmark to tell me how far I had come. There was not even a sign of a town or even a rest area.I passed another mile-marker sign, at least I assume that’s what it was, but I lost track of how many I had passed along the way.
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I love this story Jenn! I can’t get enough each time I read it.