The moon illuminates the woman entering the stone bridge, seeming to reflect upon her sadness. A roll of tears sweep down her cheek, visceral feelings obvious in the dimmed light. A few lotus blossoms grace the dark water and the woman thought it fitting as she would soon join them. A bicycle rider on his way home from work spies the woman, sensing her intent and began pressing his phone to call 911 and then flicked the small bell on his handlebars. He couldn’t reach her in time but hoped to cause a distraction till help arrived.
Wordle #347
The Bag Lady 
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