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Wrong Choices – 3

Abbey sheltered under an awning.  She recalled when she was young, how she would run in the rain, laughing.  Soaked to the skin, she didn’t even get a cold.  

Now, old, she had to be careful.  

If she had anyone, from a husband to a child to a roommate she would not be as afraid of getting sick, suffering alone, and dying.

Dying; her death unknown until either her landlord came for the rent or her stink annoyed the other tenants.

As she stood watching the rain, a woman, about her age, with a large umbrella came near.

“How far are you going?”  she was asked.

“Five blocks down and…”

“I’m only going three, but will park you in some dry corner…” the woman smiled.

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