A Story A Day. Story 145 of 365: Lost.

If Katy had had to draw a map no one would have ever found any place. She basically had the worse sense of orientation on earth, and she would get lost in the most improbable places. She would even get lost in buildings she used to frequent. She had tried to take profit of the GPS technology, but to no avail, for some reason she would get lost all the same, apparently she was incapable of following directions.

One day, she was supposed to met a friend of hers in her neighborhood. Her friend knew that she used to get lost, but she had expected Katy to be able to met her, it was a familiar place. However, Katy got lost all the same. She took a wrong turn and ended up on a street she had never been before, it was different from the rest of the neighborhood, and even if she was late she decided to stay on it and see where it went. The street ended on a porched stone square, with a fountain in the middle. There were trees and potted flowers everywhere, and it looked straight from a fairy tale. She wondered who lived there, but there was no one outside to ask to. For once, Katy wished she could find places back, she needed to explore that gem, but she was already incredibly late. Her phone started ringing reminding her of her lateness, so she redid her way and tried to find her friend.

Over the course of the following week, Katy would try to find that place again. She took every turn on every street she came with, but she never found it again. She started asking her neighbors, but no one had ever seen such a place. Apparently, there was no way she could find it again, maybe, the only way was to be lost.