Those who followed Angelique’s story will recognize Sara in today’s vignette. Sara, whose loss is so great and whose love is so deep, has a difficult road ahead as she grieves the loss of her child and comes to terms with an incarcerated husband, but perhaps she is not as alone as she imagines she is…
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When Comes the Rain (103 words)
I don’t blame them for staring. I’d stare at me, too, a young woman bent over an empty grocery cart sobbing up a storm.
The sun shines, but my world is flooding. I was stupid to come here, couldn’t even get through the produce section.
I feel an arm around my shoulders, light as a feathered wing. The woman smells of lilies. She’s been crying, too. She helps me to my car, and after buckling me in, hands me a bag of groceries.
“It isn’t over, love. Be sure to eat.”
Her face unknown, her voice a lullaby I’ve heard from the cradle.
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