Hope has Wings (p.1 of 292)
1 It was another gloomy day. The gray clouds loomed overhead threatening to break and release the tension that filled them. It had been windy earlier but now everything was still. The calm before the storm. I couldn't go anywhere though until I found some new clothes. The ones I wore now were starting to attract attention. I also hadn't taken a bath in a week, so I had to figure out that problem too.
A lady walking her dogs spotted me and looked me over. I knew the expression well. I got it a lot, but it never left me without some type of fear or anxiety. I quickly dodged into a random department store to escape her look of suspicion. It was a clothing store but clearly not one a person like me would be shopping in. the owner looked at me skeptically. I blushed and stepped back out.
It was raining now and I had lost my last umbrella to some kid at the park who'd gotten caught in a storm. It was raining really hard, and the wind was blowing it sideways. It was cold too, so it was like ice hitting me in the face. I looked around and ran into another store that looked more like my style. I wandered through the aisles looking only for what I needed. They all seemed the same to me though. Well, almost the same. There were some categories. Warm clothes, Protective clothes, clothes for the summer, clothes for the winter. Ones that would give me what I needed.
The gray walls in the store made me think of a jail cell and endless waves of guilt and fear ran through me. But