Centered on a clean street like a freeway, there were buildings.
At the left of the street. Where she stood they were at the end of the city.
The street stood clean. No car's nor people walking down side walks.
In the horizon stood nothing but a cement bridge in the distance. An over pass.
She looked towards the horizon where the over pass stood. Watching the sky that stood the same.
A foggy musky clouded thick sky. No sun in sight.
The day was a dreary held no color.
Black's. Whites. Gray.
She watched the horizon for some time.
Listening. Waiting. Watching.
Her knees buckle & bend into a metal chair beneath her.
Sharing shelter under umbrella light.
Alone.

She wasn't alone.
In this chair.
Ten or fifteen feet behind her & the still standing horizon. Someone was there.
A significant gray jacket.
Then She falls asleep.
Sleeps in the dream. She could have woken up. Could have tossed then turned. Trying to fall into sleep again. She might have...She thinks she might have...
Rise & she wakes. Gazing, still looking towards the same horizon where the overpass stands.
It starts. The spill of rain.
Not the kind of rain that drip drops from above till it finally pours but, It was the kind of rain that you can see in the distance that approaches.
Moving. Approaching. Coming. Approaching.
It approached, She saw it & then She woke.
Woke uneasy.
Standing.
Moving from the chair.
Walking back towards the city.
Both the boy & i.