Kailah Schultz
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Beneath Her Bridge
As the thick blanket of stars wrapped tightly around the sky, Margret pulled her feet forward through the gravel. Her arms seemed to sway with the movement of her body, and her jaw hung down with complete exhaustion. Her mind was filled with deep worry and sadness. Night after night she would manage to drag her old and worn body along the dark streets and back underneath her bridge. Her children had named the bridge after her and had called it their home for a little over six years. Just like her children’s, her socks were stained brown and had more holes than cotton. They all shivered as they slept and carried the same look of grief in their eyes. They would spend their days searching for plastic that floated down the river, just to make enough money for some warm bread.
By Kailah Schultz3 years ago in Humans