Unbroken
A cloud covered the sun
And the old woman hobbled to the window
Feeling fragile and fearful
Her cabin in the woods had always felt like a refuge, until now
She fingered her diamond necklace in one hand, rifle in the other
Her talents were many, poetry, painting, singing, marksmanship
The crystal on her mantel glimmered as a flashlight beam passed over
She stepped out on the porch rifle aimed at a furtive figure in black
She listened to the retreating footsteps and returned to her refuge, unbroken
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