She stopped in the middle of the gravel road. It was still well cared for. There was no grass growing in the middle, although there were grooves on either side of her where the wheels would have travelled. That wasn’t what bothered her, although she was staring at her feet.
Who did she expect to pick her up? A name had been on her lips. Someone she missed terribly, so much so that the physical longing stabbed at her chest and made her grab it, but there was no knife to pull out. It was invisible but real, and the blade was grinding deeper into her as she realised that she didn’t know who she was missing. There was no knight in shining armour to collect her, or if there was, she didn’t know who he was. Who was she going to contact once she arrived in her imaginary pub?
She looked around h
