On the outskirts

As the sun set over the outskirts of town, a lone figure emerged from the shadows. Rachel’s worn boots crunched on the gravel road, her eyes fixed on the distant highway. She had been walking for hours, leaving behind the only home she had ever known. The wind whispered secrets in her ear, but she didn’t need to hear them to know that she was being pulled towards something new, something unknown. As she vanished into the darkness, the outskirts seemed to swallow her whole, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of her existence.

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Author: Carol anne

I am in my mid 40's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland. View all posts by Carol anne