Final Friday Fiction with Mama

Hi everyone! Today, after a bit of bribing with Greenies,  the Boyz and Rosy have agreed to hand the reigns over to me so I could take part in Yamini's Final Friday Fiction!  This story took a much different turn than I thought it would....thanks so much to Yam for helping me venture out of my comfort zone a bit!

I have taken my prompt from the 87th page of my favorite book, Stephen King's "The Stand". 
Her hands dropped to her sides,  he saw an unnatural sparkle in her eyes, as if her life depended on it.

She felt warm air mixing with the cool wind as she started out, her hands dropped by her sides, and  knew things would be better.  It had been a long winter, darkness and loss seem to be around every corner and she was looking forward to a nice brisk walk to renew her spirit.

It had been ages since she walked these trails. As her feet splashed through the muddy trail, she reflected on the past winter, the loss of her best friend and the pain that followed. For awhile she didn't know how she would survive, the grief was as sharp and deep and even the happy memories seem to bring pain. She was startled when she heard a raven crow in, was he greeting the morning or reminding her of her loss? 

The pain would ebb and flow, rising as she came upon a place they had been together or a memory of a time spent together. Tears would come at the most unexpected times and her heart would hurt so bad she didn't know if she would survive. Then, she felt a calming influence fall over her, and the clouds of sadness parted as the sun peaked through.

She felt her friend letting her know she must break through the darkness, as if her life depended on it, and find some light in the world. She needed to do the things she loved, to take a good look at herself and find happiness once again.

 She felt a smile growing on her lips as she felt a calm she hadn't felt in a long time.

A Blue Heron looked up at her and must have seen an unnatural spark in her eye put there by her best friend.  Although she still felt her friend with her, the pain would lessen now and more smiles would come as she remembered all the times she and her friend shared.

 After months of the sadness that came along with the bitter, winter rain, the clouds would clear and the sun would once again bring the flowers and lift her spirits.

The End