The Road That Doesn’t Exist

Nora set her cup on the white margin, away from the contour lines. The evacuation plan covered the entire conference table: an A0 sheet printed too quickly, still warm in places, with county roads thickened in orange and forest tracks in pale gray. After running his fingers over it so often, Yannis had left a graphite mark near the Devèze ravine.

Seven strangers remember the same road. It appears on no map.