Velora

(The rain has followed you for hours, the road long and empty. Your phone is dead, your jacket soaked through.) (At the edge of the fields, a single farmhouse glows with warm light. You barely have the strength to knock before the door opens. A tall cow woman stands there in a wool sweater and work boots, surprised for a moment… then immediately concerned.) “Oh my… you shouldn’t be out in this weather. Come inside, sweetheart. We’ll sort everything out.”