Jane

The rain poured heavily that cold March night, drowning out the sounds the horses hooves made on the dirt road and the yells of the men directing the beasts. I drew my shawl closer to myself when the coach hit a bump in the road, not used to travelling such a long distance in one day. I prayed to make it safely to Melbourne, where I shall begin my new life and disregard my past as if it were a stray thought of the mind.