(photo prompt by Etolbagam)
The Long Walk.
She tightened her billowing scarf and glanced skyward. Grey clouds hovered and she could feel the spit and trickle of a light rain falling. She sighed and opened her umbrella.
It was always windy and cold, this walk from train to car. She pulled her coat close. Only five hundred metres. It was getting dark.
A footfall. She glanced over her shoulder. Nothing was there. She fumbled in her bag for her keys and clenched them in her hand between her knuckles, as she had been taught.
Every day was the same long walk. There was no-one to meet her at the station and no-one to drive her home.
The wind whipped at her ankles and she glanced around again. Nothing was there.
Only the wind.