The Path

She ran towards it
She paused at the bridge
She knelt down to find the smoothest pebble
As if it were waiting for her
The bridge disappeared
A field of uncertainty ahead
Crows circling her
She knew she had to turn around
Going back wasn’t an option
The branches tangled her in
The path scattered with wilted petals
She had to find a new way
She kept her head up
She moved forward
She looked behind her, one more time
The crow looked back

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