Word Count: 100
Walking was meditation to her. It permitted her thoughts to go where they would: sometimes willy-nilly, sometimes very thoughtfully organised.
This time, her thoughts were focused on wishing she were elsewhere. This whole single-parenting thing was so not fun at times! Yes, no spouse meant no extra arguing over how to handle whatever the situation was, but it also meant there was no one to back you and commiserate with you.
How tempting it would be to cross this bridge into a new life, leaving the old one behind.
She never heard the blare of horns, the screech of tires…
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