Timid Among Timbers

Havilah crunched through leaves as she walked along the path home, now past the river. The moonlight was lower and cast down with a yellow pallor in the dappled path.

"One day, when I'm rich, I'll have a pony, so I don't have to walk everywhere. Maybe someday," she said holding the anxiety that her life was a trap she could not escape. She felt the whole of the universe conspire against her, and so she sighed and walked home on a breezy yellow night.