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Click hereIt took a bit of doing in her dress, but she managed to climb over the strange fence. That brought her to a ditch and on the other side of that, she saw gravel on either side of the ribbon.
As far as roadways went, she decided, she didn't care so much for the ribbon. She'd lost her shoes when she'd run terrified from her husband and now, her feet were bare and the thing was too hot from the sunlight for her to walk on. She didn't like the gravel either, so she was forced to walk in the weeds which grew to the side of the gravel.
She didn't know where she was and she had no clue where she was going, either. All that she knew was that she thought that she ought to walk along the road, hoping to meet just about anyone but Bruster and she knew that she stood a better chance of meeting somebody if she was on a thoroughfare.
The day grew even warmer as time went on and Edwina found herself with the same age-old issue; the slow roasting alive of a woman in a checked blue gingham dress. She could already feel the way that her undergarments stuck to her sweat-covered skin underneath.
- COMMENTS
Darren1961over 7 years agoWhy can't you finish your stories . I love your writing but you piss me off that not one is finished
cittranover 10 years agoI was thinking 'wtf? Why'd the date change like that? Oh, wait, nvm. I got it.'
TaLtos6over 10 years agoAuthor1858 was when Armbruster tried to kill his wife Edwina, but failed / had a stroke / got kicked by his mare within minutes of each other. Edwina knew that it was 1858 when she ran from him that night.
But she woke up in 2013.
