After the failed house-hunt the other day I started walking the rail fence looking for Barbie each day.
I sometimes see footsteps out in the mud or catch a glimpse of her jacket in the trees… or, at least I think I do.
There’s just a flash of beige in the woods and then it’s gone.
I was out for almost seven hours today and I walked further than I ever had before, but no sign of Barbie.
I got home and made a cup of tea.
When I put the mug in the sink I looked out the window over the meadow and saw her watching me from the birch trees.