a small black car

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.