Kate’s face darkened at the sight of the mist. Her eyes narrowed in hate and her fists clenched at her sides. It was always mocking her. Lingering on the road, coming and going as it pleased – it wasn’t bound to anything. And worst of all, it concealed the fork in the road and hid the destination of the few travellers that passed by. Those that were free to come and go.
Kate stood glaring at the mist, feeling the injustice of her situation gnaw at her heart causing weeping wounds that hadn’t time to heal before the chafing started again. Just like the chain around her ankle.
The clinking of the chain as she unconsciously shifted her stance brought her back to the task at hand. Picking up the bucket she headed off to the hen house to collect eggs. As she drew close to the hen house she paused and glanced back at the mist and its taunting presence. One day she would free and move as she pleased. To come and go like the mist.