Between Blood and Marrow

Posted: May 19, 2012 in Uncategorized

Lee dangled a wiry leg over the handrail of the Martin Street bridge, the other bent to her side with foot on the browned and weathered metal. All it would take is one good push, she kept telling herself, leading her to inch her self further back toward the road without straddling.

“Everything alright, Miss?” A voice came from the other side of the road, a hybrid that had pulled to the shoulder and stopped without catching Lee’s attention. The owner of the voice was a woman who appeared to be in her mid-to-late 40’s, holding a red umbrella that matched the heels under her otherwise bland business attire.

An umbrella. Protection from the elements, something to create a mobile shelter. Would be nice if there were an umbrella for things besides rain, like mistakes or regrets or…well, that’s not why Lee was on the bridge to begin with. She just wanted a little solitude and the whole damn city seemed hellbent on keeping her from getting it.

And here was this woman, nearly double her age, ready to play mom or something similar and get her in the car and not take no for an answer. Not that Lee was in the habit of giving it as one herself.


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