The flatness stretched on for miles in every direction. A sea of grass and corn stalks flowed in the late September breeze. It felt like there was not a single soul left in the world as Mitra stretched her cell phone high up toward the sun, trying to get better reception. When she glanced at it and noticed she still had no bars, she huffed in irritation.
The two-lane road was devoid of traffic but she still glanced down both directions, hoping to see some sort of sign she might have missed. It was a futile effort though, because she never missed anything. Mitra was the sort of person who noticed things others didn’t; rarely did a single detail escape her attention. She had been watching for a sign for miles, trying to find the way back to the main highway. This “shortcut” was anything but
