Katy Lockman

Elude

We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy, A-frame cabin. The entire drive up until this point had seemed like every other. But there was something deeply nostalgic about this place. The atmosphere was quite familiar to her, even though she was certain she had never been here before. The town was quaint. It almost resembled something you would see on a Hallmark movie during Christmas time. Suddenly she felt a strong desire to idle in one of the local coffee shops for hours. There was one that stood out from the rest. The neighboring shop windows were boastful of their trinkets, toys and holiday displays. “Elude” was painted in an beautiful, humble script just above the wooden doorframe. From the mere 10 seconds she had to take in everything from the comfort of the warm passenger seat, she noticed a young woman through the window of the shop. She was beautiful. She sat alone at a small table, book in hand, seemingly unbothered by the world around her.