it is over 3k, not very far. the car stopped.
she offered me a lift. i explained that i
was out walking, not lost in the middle of
nowhere.
as she thought.
we smiled.
she lives in the garden cottage near the big
house, while i live behind the church.
a different village.
meanwhile those on the precipice
moved slowly.
she drove on while i turned and went home.
it continued raining.
sbm.