Morning came. Sandra trembled as she carried a few things to her car. Most of her belongings had been sold. She had been able to keep so little. No home. No money. No place to store what was most precious. What she hadn’t sold with the condo she had taken to a consignment shop earlier in the week.
Dew dampened her toes as she walked across the grass. Probably too early for sandals, she chastised herself as she made her way to her parking spot. No– it wasn’t her spot anymore.
Quietly she opened the door. Silently she loaded her belongings. Noiselessly she slid behind the wheel. Like a ghost, she turned the key in the ignition. And then sobs engulfed her as she realized she had no place to go.
[Three Word Wednesday: dampen, tremble, keep.]