SUDDEN FICTION

Sitting cold on the hard stone wall, Meg looked down on the little town waiting. Her hands flattened out against the rough cobble, every touch of her fingers grabbing a notch in the cracks sent a message to her brain – familiar. This was home, or at least it would be until she could find one that had walls and a roof; or big arms, warm hands and bright eyes. Standing miles above the town the tower loomed over all that Meg considered beneath her; all that she had overcome; to the east lay a parking lot no longer in use, enormous if standing right in the middle of it as she was some years ago, but now it seemed smaller and more manageable. To the west lead the roads where she would have to go before dark; the very same she hoped to leave behind, but for the moment were her only source of shelter. A wind gust threw her hair into a spinning knot as she bent her head forward to catch the breeze on her face; both her legs hung over the dangerous side of the wall, content to hang in the air suspended with no need of a safety net to catch them. Taking one last breath of fresh pine scented air, and checking the sky for any unseen miracles, Meg spun herself around her feet landing on the pavement. Strolling down the path towards her car she slowed her pace intentionally to take in the moment long awaited. Taking his hand, he reassured her, and though she was not confident, she knew everything would be ok.