WRITER'S POV

Helen wandered in the woods, with nowhere particular in mind to go to or stop at. She could only move from a point to another, her hands folded to her chest as different thoughts ran through her head.

She took a deep breath after which she slipped a hand into the inner pocket of her dress. One she had sewn into it herself. She brought out a packet of cigarettes, took out a stick from it and lit it. Then she leaned against a tree around her and smoke her cigarette.

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