(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?”
~~~
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