Walk With Me

My foot pressed the brakes, and I counted as the speed dialed to zero, steadily turning the steering wheel onto the roadside, which ran for miles. Emptiness was all my eyes could capture as I paused before getting out and leaving the car to rest. I turned east, then slightly west, but not a soul except mine existed. The keys were still in the ignition, but that was fine; only a ghost might steal it. As strange as that sounds, I wouldn't mind. Unlike people, this junk of metal is replaceable.

At least the warm breeze served as a distraction. Anything to keep from thinking these thoughts and... What is that over there? A house? Was it always there? We used to pass this old trail for years, but I haven't noticed it until now. I've been staring at it for 20 minutes like a lost man. It certainly wasn't the idea I had in mind. What else am I to do?