Directions: Horror

She stood in the middle of the field, smiling although there was nobody to see, and no way that anyone could have seen through the lamp that obscured her face. It was her role in penance to serve as a direction. She would do so because the alternative was unthinkable. She would stand there in the field, wearing her best purple dress, her legs bolted into stakes that would hold her to the ground, her bodily functions handled through tubed and pipes that ached when she shifted wrong, her face and identity obscured by the blinding lamp strapped to her head. She could see, a little, out of a corner where the paint had been scratched away. She didn't know if it was an intentional sanity preserver, or if it was a factory flaw, and she didn't care. She knew that little sliver of the field she stood in as she had known nothing else in her life. She knew the rabbit that lived at the base of the tree, and the fox that sometimes slunk around the rabbit hole. She knew the mockingbirds that roosted high in the tree and--


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/joshuamalik/8564035111/
Story potential: Medium.
Notes: Eh. Not really a story. They do say that looking at surreal things will increase creativity, though--perhaps the creativity will show up later in the day. I thought this was low potential as F/SF, but when I thought of it as horror, I liked the tone a lot better.