Perforate.

the street was empty. the houses were pushed back from the road, peeked out from curtains of trees and greens. the rumble of the distant highway sounded in the background. across the road, a truck reversed into a driveway, its fumes so strong easily covered the smell of fresh-cut grass. there was nothing to see, nothing to listen to, nothing to distract her from retreating back into her thoughts and staying there. she wanted to walk off before things got worse, but she earned what she worked hard for and walking away will ruin all that. a throat cleared behind her, bringing her back.

近所で歩いて。