Forlorn

I watched as she sat at the computer screen viewing images of … does it matter, really? For several hours. Dressed in black, head to toe, wearing a pair of aged gray Uggs. Together, they have traveled many miles.

Sitting surrounded by her earthly possessions? I wondered.

What did she look like? Petite. Young or old? Ruffled by time. Why those images?

She stood, turned, and younger than I expected, oddly attractive, youthful, neither sad nor happy.

Forlorn.

Walked away, trusting material possessions secure.

Returned. Collected possessions, several backpacks, duffel bag, carry-on travel case, small travel bags…

Trudged away. I wondered.