Woman On The Bridge

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Woman On The Bridge
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I saw her again today.She was standing alone dressed in a black coat
and gazing over a bridge and into the river.Never have I seen such a
sad and blank face.I think her name is Betty for she usually serves me
in the local shop.I can,t get that look out of my mind for she is
always a cheery soul.That,s three times in the week that I,ve passed
her by and had to look back in the rearview mirror.Someone close to her
has died.Don,t ask me why I know that.I just feel it.My own mother had
that same haunted look when her moher died ten years ago.All sorts of
things went through my mind today like the doctor prescribing Valium to
her.They deaden the senses but don,t get rid of the emptiness inside.I
really wanted to stop the car and talk to her.People always open up
when they are vulnerable or hurt.What could I say though?I don,t know
what losing someone really close is like.I know that the next time I
will stop,For my peace of mind.Time passes, time heals.That,s what they
say;