58 Promise

Darkness shrouded the orchard like a blanket. Her anxiety rose. She was sure that she had lost her way. Everywhere she turned, she saw dark delineations of apple trees. She ran her fingers through her hair again and again as if that would keep the anxiety at bay. All the trees, all the paths that cut each other looked so much alike that she couldn't tract her own direction. On the boundary of the orchard were tall oak trees. The moon's rays pooled over the ground through small gaps of overhead canopies. She felt like she was trapped in a maze. Getting out of here was impossible for she had traveled a long way. She clenched her fists as her lips quivered.