The road ahead was steep and endless.
The walls closed in, suffocating her.
She spied a crack, a ray of hope.
Her breath eased.
She hurried towards it.
A sheer cliff.
Another dead end.
Or was it a sign?
To give in.
“Mamma, should we count to three?” Her trusting innocence shone through the black eye.
“Should we go back?”
“Then let’s walk on.” She tugged her.
“It’s dark and unknown. What if we…you get tired?”
“We’ll go slowly. One step at a time.”
“Have you forgotten our song Mamma?”
“We shall overcome, some day.”