Tamra Walker

Freedom's Flight

Freedom’s Flight “Just keep moving," she thought as she shifted the grocery bag from the cart to the trunk of her sedan. "One more meeting, and I can call it a day and have a quick meal." She had eaten nothing and knew that she needed nourishment despite feeling little desire for food. After returning the cart and settling into the driver's seat, she finally succumbed, rested her head on the steering wheel, and sobbed. The memory of her mother’s early morning words washed over her in waves; the tears that she had held all day finally fell unchecked down her cheeks.