“Abigail! Abigail!”
Somebody called out her name, but she couldn’t see who the person was. She turned around and observed the foggy field on which she was walking. The mist weather and the desolation bothered her. She decided to sit on the bench that was located near a fountain.
“This place seems weird. Why am I alone?” Abigail wondered while observing the netted fabric of the white dress which she was wearing.
“Abigail!” the voice called out her name again.
“Who is it? I am tired. I can’t walk anymore. You come to me instead,” responded Abigail.
The strong wind made her shiver and she rubbed her hands together to save herself from the chilly wind. “What am I doing here? I was supposed to go home. MY mother must be waiting for me.”
“Here you are!” said the man while grabbing h
