Tale Weaver #75 (Continuation)
Josephine was still grieving but had now arrived at the memories stage. She knew she had spent the best years of her life doing her best to teach future generations how to escape the chains of ignorance and fear. She knew she had succeeded with some, those in the public glare.
Even in her darkest moments when she felt unable to reach a class, someone would say something to touch her deeply. Then when she went home she had her lover there to share her story with. How she missed the companionship, hugs and kisses too truth be told, of another like minded soul. These days she was alone no-one visited, she had nothing to say anyway.
This was the time, Jo knew, when her thoughts were focussed on the past, for her to move, go out and walk anywhere. When this time and mood came she would wander the streets, sometimes for hours, just thinking about how great her city is. Today, oh today, the pain was intense and she knew she wouldn’t get far. She put on her coat and hat closed the door behind her and walked off into the darkness before dawn arrived.
Thinking she would just go around the block today she never heard the car approach, tyres squealing as it took the corner too fast. The driver struggling to regain control never noticed the old lady walking away from him as the car mounted the sidewalk and ploughed straight into her. Poor Jo never knew what happened, the car hit her in such a way that her neck broke and death was instant. This gave her freedom from her pain and a chance to meet up with her lover of almost 50 years, with no-one to mourn her passing she was just another Jane Doe. A death on the road statistic, hit by a young man who lost control of his powerful car and turned it into a deadly weapon.