England is only the echo of home with its blazing blue sky and haunted streets. The wind carries their voices in the summer breeze, the floorboards of their, now only her, empty house creak with memories, and so she flees.
North first, where snow settles on her nose, fur coats smell like moth balls and bring tears to her eyes.
West, on to a land of hope and glory, glittering lights, where the buildings reach for the sky. She is welcome here, but in a city of numbered blocks, how can one lose themselves?
South. Sweltering heat, the sunlight warms her skin but cannot reach her heart.
West again. But these lands are too unfamiliar, their rhythms unknown, in cities which multiply by the minute she feels evermore alone.
She treks across urban deserts, seeks solace in remote villages but finds only another excuse to go.
Slowly her jagged path stutters to its close. Where east meets west, two worlds collide and she feels it. This city understands her, its heart beats in tandem with hers, I know you the streets seem to whisper, to straddle two worlds is to be limitless.
The golden age is long behind her but one cannot run forever. She settles here, purposefully lost but having finally found home too.
A/N
Not a clue where this came from or why, but it played itself out in my mind until I had to write it. R&R please, would love to know what you all think, even if you hate it. I personally don't know. Endings a bit iffy, it makes sense to me but then I wrote it, so it should.