It was a dusty dingy road. The girl rubbed her eyes to see more clearly. The surroundings were unfamiliar. The grey of the road bled into the grey of the land encompassing her is chilling isolation. She did not know how she got here. Slowly her eyes scanned the colorless void looking for some glimmer of life. The land lay before her barren and endless. As she started to stand up, she her head began to throb. Out of instinct she reached up. He fingers became moist with sticky goo. Pulling them down she saw it was blood. For what seemed like a lifetime she stared n shock at her hand the dark red blood was the only color in this surreal place. She glanced down at her dress. They once yellow frock was now covered in the same grey as the rest of her world. Guided by instinct alone she slowly began to walk down the road not knowing where she was headed.
She walked one foot on the edge of the road, one foot off. If a car came they may not think anyone would be walking here. She hoped a car would come along, but was also fearful of what that car may bring. A car had brought her here, she was pretty sure. She remembered being told she was going for a ride. A treat she was not often afforded. She tried awfully hard to be good. She still was unsure how she got here. Surely her family would not have left her here. She stared ahead at the endless sea of grey in front of her not thinking, just walking. An expression as emotionless as the grey covered her face. Mechanically she walked on.
Driving the speed limit, not a fraction of a mile faster the green SUV turned off the highway. The driver continued on through the lush rolling hills of the community. He pulled into a driveway of a two story cream colored house with blue trim. he saw the curtains sway in the window knowing his wife had watched for his return. Pausing, he took a deep breath, forcing it out loudly through his nose. He then methodically reached down turning the key to the off position, before sliding it out of the ignition. He turned to the drivers seat and picked up the tire iron that laid there. Picking it up he noticed a dark red smudge where it had laid. He opened the glove box and removed a baby wipe, quickly wiping the stain off the seat cover. Examining the iron in his hand he wiped the remnants away there as well and slid the tire iron under the seat. Clenching the stained cloth in his hand he opened the door and slid out of the vehicle. His boots made an almost invisible puff of dust as he landed. Unconsciously he stomped twice, shut the door and began walking up the walk to the house. As he started up the navy blue steps, he spotted the leg of a small child’s doll. He silently made note to remove that after dark. He walked across the porch. Making sure not to use the hand with the baby wipe in it he opened the screen door and walked inside.