I wonder if people in the village use landmarks to give directions because street signs are nonexistent or if street signs became obsolete because no one ever glanced at them. Turn left at the purple house. Continue on past the church, the big one that takes up the width of the block. Turn right just past where the horse is. She lives across the street from her cousin’s house, which has that rusted white truck in the front yard.
But what if, just one day, the horse decides to move?