DISAPPOINTMENT spelled the black dripping letters in the middle of the road; she stopped and saw the thick mist surrounding them.
She had not foreseen this. When she'd set out on her journey, she'd thought of going forward, sideways, even backwards if things went wrong...but never a stop. And now, what was she to do? She could very well go back home except.. except the mist was spreading and beginning to cover every space around her. It was like being in the centre of a quiet, oh so quiet, tornado.
A dark cloud loomed over her head and followed her wherever she went...maybe the only way was to cross those great big letters? OK, but how? And would she find something, anything, known to her on the other side? Would she still be herself? She wasn't being much of herself in that thick mist, that was for sure.
A stop on the road. That's what this was. Uncertainty was carved in the looming cloud.