(100 word flash fiction)
Family gone, career over, there was nothing to live for.
And so, she stood at the bridge, the portal between this life and the next. Above her, dark clouds rolled. The sky was already in mourning.
The office farewell gift, a brooch the colour of sunrise, felt heavy in her hand. As though pinning her down, inexorably, to the fabric of life.
She felt a tug on her sleeve. A teenage girl in tatters. A baby on her hip. Begging.
Inside her heart, gears shifted and moved. A sunbeam shot through the clouds.
“Would you like a meal? A home?”
P.S. not entirely happy with this one, but the muse is cranky today 😦
Even though it’s not Friday yet, it’s that time of the week to be writing for Friday Fictioneers, the flash fiction group, led by the most able Rochelle, where we gather and write to a photo prompt, which this week is –
PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman