Homeless

(Writing Prompt #1) 

Homeless. She looked down at her worn-out Converse sneakers, split at the sides and bleached by the scorching sun, and took a tentative step. Just one. Slowly transferring her weight onto the balls of her feet, as though hesitant in her simple action. Yet she kept her eyes fixed onto the wooden bridge before her, and refused to blink despite the blinding tears. It was out of the question to stop now. To turn back would mean regret; a sign she would not stand to display on her delicate features, and so she walked on. With nothing but the pit-pat made by her own steps, she trudged on. Oblivious at first, she came to notice her still fingers, and the way they caressed her tired legs as her arms swung. It wad been a while since the last time they had not trembled. Carefree at last, she sighed.