Lucy stood next to the bridge to nowhere, pondering her next move. She called it that because she knew once she stepped across she would be leaving everything behind that she had ever called home. Gone would be her parents (long dead in their graves) her first schools, first loves, old work and old chums. To stay would be safety – normalcy. To proceed would be fear-bound questions. Ahead? Who knew? Who cared? She braced herself and casting a look at the roaring sea on her left, placed one foot after the other onto the bridge to her future somewhere.
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Velvet Verbosity has a new home and is stretching her wings as she settles into living, loving, and writing. This was written for her first prompt in her new home – her words inspired these as I left her page feeling a kinship to her journey.