She prayed each night before laying her head upon her makeshift pillow, thanking the good Lord above for her blessings. It was the little things: A new start—free from the terror of physical abuse. Food in her belly, a bottle of water in the center console. A crisp new library card and a stack of books by her side. A rare parking space in a No-Tow-Zone and adjacent to a streetlight, to boot, where she could read until her eyelids grew heavy. The soft blanket of snow insulating her temporary home. Kindness of strangers. A new job on Monday. Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - January 2023 Photo Prompt
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