She looked down on her map, she knew she was lost. She was on her way to start a new life somewhere new, and yet she hasn’t even found civilization. She looks ahead of her, trees. She looks behind her, more trees. She looks down at her diamond ring shimmer on the floor board of her new red pickup, he’s the reason she left, now she’s lost. She keeps on driving wondering when she’s going get somewhere. Her hair flowing out the window, her skin touched by the sun, her beauty is pure natural. She hits a gas station in the middle of no where. An old man sitting out front reading a book. He walks up to her lighting a cigarette, the flame low, he covers it with his hand. Muffled, he asked her what she’s doing way out here. She tilted her head not knowing what he said, she said she was lost and asked where the next city was. He laughed and smiled a toothless smile, and told her there aren’t cities around here for miles, but theres a small town up the road a ways. She said her thanks and bought some gas. She headed of in the direction the old man was pointing. She looked out the gauzy windows and saw an eagle flying over, she appreciated getting lost, it was peaceful. After driving past a potato field with men digging and tractors going, she hit a sign on a bolder that said welcome to Dunrum. She kept going no idea where her destination was but she liked it. She passed beautiful farm houses, horses, and kids in tree houses nailing boards to trees and playing sword fight with twigs. She pulls up to a lemonade stand with two kids playing dress-up, she asks for a glass and they make her a fresh one. the little girl looks up at her with bright red lipstick and says that will be 50 cents please. She hands the girl a ten, her eyes got huge as she said thank you, she thought she had made a fortune. She gets in her truck and thinks about how beautiful this place is, nothing like the city. She drives past another farm a man heisting up his pants and then kneeling next to his to his wife whose pulling ivy in the garden, his hands gnarled, face scruffy. She sees the sign my the mail box, fresh pecans. She pulls in the drive, the older couple slowly gets to there feet as she steps out of the truck. The women asked “what do you need dear?” she then asked for some pecans. The lady leads her into the house taking off her gloves ashy dirt falling off. The lady was white haired, petit and bright eyed. The lady leads her into the kitchen and tosses her a mason jar nicely decorated packed with freshly canned pecans. She puts 20 dollars in the ladies tiny hands and asks her if she knows of any inns or hotels around to stay in. The lady told her no and asked her if she knew where she was. The old lady set out a cold glass of sweet tea for her on the table and asks her to sit, she told the old lady her story about love and betrayal. the two ladies connected quickly. The old lady asked her if she wanted to stay with them and she could rent the apartment down stairs. Finally she felt like she belonged, she wasn’t lost at all.