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"Isaac I'm bored. Can we go home?" one of his brothers ran up to him.
"Sure thing. This is my friend Sylvia."
Sylvia nodded at the kid with a smile. Friend? Friend.
"I'm Joshua." The child held out his hand. Sylvia took it and shook it.
"I don't suppose you fancy coming home with us?"
Sylvia nodded. "Sure." She wasn't actually planning on it.
Too late.
Something beyond her forced her to match her step to Isaac's and his brothers'.
Fate?
Sylvia fell silent during the walk. Something beyond her called to her. The sun's rays, the damp wood of the fences. The clink of her shoes on the broken pavement. Children's laughter.
YOU ARE READING
21 Brook Street
Short StorySometimes things that shouldn't happen... happen. Sometimes the most twisted of things are the most beautiful. Sometimes you just can't move on.
