the morning was brisk

the crisp of the leaves falling down felt like freedom

she knew it was the day

she packed up her things leaving nothing but a hairpin behind

she was going to have a new life

in a new town

and a new beginning where she could breathe

where she could be happy

as she gathers her last pieces of sedimental evidence

she hears footsteps

could it be her brother? no, these were not ju...