Hell's Ditch

The dream never changes a moonless, starless night without end. The road she walks is black, bordered with round, white pebbles or nubs of polished bone she cant tell which but theyre the only white in the darkness, marking her way through the night. Shes tired. Ragged. A long black coat flaps around her theres a gun in her hand. Thats all she has a gun and a long coat.