That which the soul thrives on!
Brenda slowly made her up the small stairs with the sculpture. It was made of cardboard, so she had to be careful to not drop it. Doing so could mean that the entire project would be lost in less than a couple of seconds. Perhaps making her sculpture a mini model of a burg with a strange tower was a bit too ambitious. It was heavy, which she didn’t mind when she was at home but now that she had to carry it-- there was so much regret. And pain on her arms.
She was about to reach the landing of the fourth floor. In her excitement to finally be there, she ran ahead- thinking that it was over. But she missed a step. Everything was in slow-motion. She wondered-- was this the end?!