The stones fit together like an over-sized jigsaw puzzle. They were cold and smooth underneath her bare feet. Each little stone had a place among the others. 'Unlike me...' Anna mused. Water from the light drizzle ran in between the cracks and crevices, forming tiny rushing rivers. The cobblestone made the horse's clip-clopping hooves echo through the alleys.

By Liz Newsom, April 13, 2014.