I was lost. The sign at the top of the street said “No Name Street”. My map had no such street name.
The houses looked like so many I had already walked past. Ahead of me, the street turned a curve, and I wondered what lay beyond it.
As I walked past the first house, a voice asked if I was lost?
I couldn’t see from where the voice came so kept going.
“I wouldn’t go down there,” said another faceless voice.
“No telling where you’ll end up in No Name Street,” announced a voice seemingly in my ear.
I stopped in the middle of the street and looked about. I was feeling uneasy, voices with no bodies were unnerving.
“Who are you?” I asked the street.
“Voices of warning,” came the reply.
“I’m lost,” I pleaded.
“Go back then, only the brave step further.”
I felt a small hand slip into mine, a small boy was beside me. “Come on mister,” he said, “come with me before you get yourself into real trouble.”