Who Penelope Tiller and OPEN What Chance encounter. When Friday afternoon. Where Middle of nowhere.
Penelope's mind had been spinning for days now, ever since she'd quite literally ran into the man who'd previously put a ring on her finger. As if she didn't think about him enough before, he occupied an even larger portion of her mind now. It was driving her batty, and she often sought refuge out from within the walls of her family's home. She'd taken to going for long walks in the afternoon after her mother retired for a nap, and today was no exception.
The sun warmed her face and a light breeze felt cool against her skin; it was a near perfect afternoon. She stopped occasionally to admire a patch of flowers or to watch the birds building their nests, but for the most part she walked aimlessly with no care as to her direction.
By the time her legs began to tire and she had brought her head back from the clouds, Penelope could no longer see her house. Gracious, how far had she gone? Her feet had seemed to move without thought or effort on her part. She knew where she was, but she couldn't quite remember getting there...