When Sarah stepped out of the darkness of the alley, Kyler could see what his ears were telling him already. She was limping, the gait that was smooth only this morning was faltering and uneven. Her ponytail was ragged, loose hair falling over her features that contorted with effort. On her feet were only socks and her eyes were as they had been years ago when she knew her beloved Grandmother was no longer in this world. Kyler dropped his tool belt with a clatter on the already cracked concrete and with only a fraction of a second hesitation, he ran over to her, careful not to tread on her feet with his heavy boots. Silently she tumbled, giving him barely enough time to shoot out his callused hands. Even then her dead weight was almost too much to prevent the momentum taking her to the ground.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), February 4, 2015.