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Path Of Life

“Why do we keep following the path of life if, when we finally fall, we realise that we have always been walking alone?”

She crossed the road in a dream and only when she saw the lights did she realise they were not yet red. Angry horns blared at her as she stood, dazed, in the middle of the road.

“How did it come to this?” she said, aloud.

“Who cares you mad old bat! Get off the frickin’ road!”

Sandi moved. Twenty years ago she would have gone and sat on his bonnet until he apologised, but hey, times change. Shame, she thought, the world doesn’t even remember the words “please” and “thankyou”.

The next bus didn’t even see her step into the road.

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