A story to be told…

She looked around her surroundings with a clear eye for maybe the 100th time in the past week. How she got here, she couldn’t remember, but she knew ‘here’ was not at all where she wanted to be. How could anyone want to be ‘here’?

As her eyes rolled from the flies buzzing around the empty dog food bowl to the less than ideal RV that was part of what she called home, she felt the all too familiar feelings of disappointment and depression sinking in even further. This is not the life Marion had envisioned when she was growing up. Not even close.

She should be grateful that at least she wasn’t homeless, though the line dividing homeless and her situation was extremely thin. The RV and travel trailer she called home were a lot better than living under a bridge, she imagined. Marion couldn’t help thinking that being granted a do-over wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Marion let her hand rest upon the shoulders of her 8 year old German Sheppard/Border Collie mix, Shadow. She was grateful for Shadow. He always knew when she was upset and would come lay his head on her lap with the most inquistive and sympathetic expression, as if to say “What’s going on? Lean on me for a bit.”

Glancing at the clock on her phone, Marion gave a frustrated sigh. Time to get headed out the door for work. She didn’t want to go. Cleaning condos was not a fulfilling job, it didn’t fill her soul, but she was grateful for the income. It could be worse.

Giving Shadow’s ears a final ruffle, Marion stood up, feeling what felt like every muscle in her body complain. Something was going to have to change. Perhaps a few somethings, though some of these would be painful in their own right. Marion pushed these thoughts back to the storage spot in her head where they lived most of the time.They would only depress her, if she let them, and Marion just didn’t have the time for that right now.

…to be continued.

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About dragonflygypsyusa

Over-thinker with way too much availability to the internet to research whatever might come to mind, amateur photographer, dog enthusiast, learning every day, working on finding my undamaged self.
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