jean follain

This is from A World Rich in Anniversaries by Jean Follain. I really like this book; it is a collection of "short shorts"; I will write more about it soon maybe.
"We're lost," the husband says to his wife in her flowered hat; they no longer know which way to go. The night comes on. Birds fall silent. They make a wild guess. A clearing turns up, a peasant woman sitting there gives them directions. They're saved. The countryside is full of life again: cows and mares are calm. "Let's hurry up," one of them says, "It's not getting any earlier." "I know," the other replies. They come to houses at the edge of town. The windows are full of staring people saying nothing. For the couple this is a new kind of fear. They blanch and quicken their pace. So goes the story of their life.