FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
Weary, lost, and uncertain, she found herself on the edge of "knowing", of "understanding".
Ahead a beckoning light called her forward.
Till now life had seemed just one crazy game of chess.
As she stood, a mist began to rise separating her from her past.
It was the moment of decision.
Confidently she stepped forward.
(Photo credit: Her path by Gothic Oblivion@deviantart.com)
P.S. "L" - you were on my mind when I wrote this. I dedicate it to you. I know you will read it.
Flash Fiction Friday 55 is hosted by G-Man