The Way Home
Closing her eyes, Abbey felt information flow through her mind: the position of the sun in the sky and how it was soon going to set in the west, how the trees grew slightly bent due to prevailing winds from the sea, how moss was more likely to grow on the south side of the tree. So many facts filled her head that she felt she was standing on a massive map covered with big, brightly painted arrows pointing the way home. Putting her bare arm around Zoe’s shoulders, she gave her a real smile this time as she said,
“Come on, Zoe. Home is this way.”
