Sunday Scribblings, "Anticipate"

The prompt over at Sunday Scribblings is “anticipate.”

Anticipate
She stood by a weathered fencepost at the crossroads of two gravel roads, the heat waves glistening on an already hot and humid morning.
She wore blue-and-white flip-flops with plastic daisies on the toe straps. Dust covered her toes, dulling the electric-blue nail polish.
A simple sundress covered her bony frame, the yellow of the dress giving her skin a sullen glow.
At her feet, a half-full, wrinkled brown paper sack, the top folded and creased with care.
Her gaze never wavered; she kept a keep eye to the west, waiting for the dust plume to grow between the rows of corn that stretched for miles.
The plume meant freedom, in the form of a big silver bus with a stretched-out black dog on it.
She sun made her squint.
The black eye, already shifting into rich greens and purples, made her wince.
The gray-brown cloud, just a speck now on the horizon, made her smile, ever so slightly.