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The Crossing

Every day she waited at the crossing. Hope to catch a glimpse of the opening. That strange trick of the light that she had only seen once before when she was a small child of three.

Every day at dusk she contrived to be there just incase the opening appeared again. She stayed in the village she was born in, enjoying a full life, marriage, children,grand and great grandchildren. Helping others always she was known to be a kind and generous woman.

As the years went by people gave up asking why she went to the bridge at the end of every day. It just became accepted, part of life.

It was on her hundred and third birthday that as she stood by the bridge that the light changed. She rubbed her eyes…