The Journey

The light was growing dim and she could not see where the path merged or continued. The darkness seemed to be closing in her feet hurt from the trudging Still, she kept on, hoping, seemingly in vain, for a flash-light on the story path or a traveller with a torch to share. She stopped for a rest, and fell into an uneasy sleep, still her consciousness knew on waking, she must tred again she knew that once trodden she could not return to this path again. The only way was forwards, side or other side. Navigating was not as easy as they had implied. Beside her ran a few rats, dripping with water washed up from the tide. She had no family- they had all died, or , some when she spoke to them had not replied so she kept on walking, waiting for the tide to turn and show the path when dried and turn it must, the law collide.