Time was not something Elise had. She had cut her bucket list down, and found herself at the end of it. She sighed, long and powerful, before leaping from the bridge. For that one moment between time and space, she hoped that the bungee cord would break, ending her life on her terms, not cancer’s. It held firm bringing her a last delight in the twilight of her life.
This week’s offering was: Time.
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