Robin Hardy

Flowers for Martha

Flowers for Martha The snow was swirling frantically about her head as Brianna walked the half mile home from her daily shift at the local cafe. “Someday”, she thinks to herself, “ I will find a better job, a better place to live and change my life”. The cold tugging at her face as she grips her coat tighter around her. She finally manages to make it home only to find her power has been knocked out by the snowstorm. She screams to herself, “There has to be something better for me”!