A road with no end

A thin breeze came through the forest. The leaves scattered and pirouetted over the wind.

Jane Manhattan came on his house in the late in afternoon. She was supposed to come by in the afternoon, but she had personal business to settle first. The road perhaps, might prove inconvenient to her. She wasn’t very fond of enclose location, specifically, Rick’s location.

She could have sworn, she felt strange sensations coming from the deep part of the forest. Regardless, she shook off the strange feeling and persisted diving deeper until she reached his home.

The palest streak of sun had faded in view over her rear mirror, the only thing that assured her sense of security over the desolated destination. The road is seemingly extensive to no end. She almost felt sorry for him that he had to go through with this every day, almost.