FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
The city of pathos, loss, sadness stretched out before her.
Where boundaries once were placed and safe, now broken lives and homes remained.
She sat straight and staid by the flowing water, lost in thought, remembering the past now gone.
She heard prayers. On bended knee she joined the woman in the sky in supplication.
Flash Fiction Friday 55
is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one
and read the ones of your fellow readers.