Life on the Edge

  

She lived a life that some would describe as being on the edge.

From a distance Miss Sue, as she liked to be called, looked as though she didn’t have two nickels to rub together. Her clothes were obviously from the Goodwill…mismatched and thinning in places that suggested years of wear. She spent most days at the city park tossing bits of bread to the pigeons and telling her stories.

Oh, the words she weaved! People stood ten-deep to listen, leaving spare change in the tattered shoebox at her feet.

She knew about things, about life. A few minutes listening made you forget about deadlines and budget cuts. It changed you.

I envied Miss Sue. Like the pigeons, she spent her days happily sustained by the compassion of strangers living the life she was born to live.

Call me crazy, but I quit my job today. Tomorrow begins my life as a writer. You know…I have an amazing story to tell!

~kat~ 2 November 2015

(150 Words)

This story is in response to Monday’s Finish the Story challenge that begins with: “She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge.”
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