Free Read for Sunday (2/26/2017): sHe

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She began to cry.

It was one of those pathetic cries, filled with self-pity, and frustration. She had dreamed of so much more for herself than this at thirty two years of age. She wanted to be a writer, maybe a Graphic Designer with a family in the Burbs somewhere by now. She had never dreamed she would be stuck in a job with no future, living alone on a paycheck-to-paycheck budget. Dreams die hard when dreams decide to die.

She turned towards the door when something caught her attention. There was light pushing into the room around the edges of it.

She rolled off the bed, put on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, and then grabbed the loaded gun lying on top of the nightstand. She cocked it, and walked with slow caution towards the door that led into her apartment. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as her lungs filled with heavy air.

She reached the door, and slipped her hands into the light. It had texture. It was warm, and soothing, and glowing yellow-gold. She felt love in that light. A hope of a family. A wanting of a child.

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