The sign was tattered, worn and smudged but it was read anyway. It brought hope, it brought a future that was unavailable where they came from. It was a promise and now that promise is like the sign, worn out and the words definitely smudged. The meaning of such a welcome has lost its luster.
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Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #378
The Bag Lady 
huge hug happy Monday! This is fab! 🙂
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