Slipped From The List
Cornelia shook the sky from her eyes. She came to leaning against the car and staring out over the horizon. The itching persistence reminding her she needed something. What, wasn’t clear. Even playing back over her recent memories showed her a gap.
Only brief highlights appeared - driving around a bend, kicking gravel, the sun shifting behind a cloud. Before that there was something? Must have been. She simply couldn’t recall any of it. And a search of her poncho gave her no answers.
There was a key fob to the car. But nothing distinguishing. No crumbs or lint to imply a normal life. Yet in her head Cornelia knew who she was. She had not doubts there. Her goal was nebulous though, she was after something.
She turned to the road behind her, but found no answers. It continued along the coast in both directions. No indication of what lay beyond. Even the horizon lacked answers. Checking the gravel she found no traces of others. Her car was the only one to stop at this visit in some time apparently.
Today’s art is courtesy of Swang from Vancouver, Canada.