It starts as it will end, by a wild blackberry bush, there before all who had lived there and surpassing even the most elderly of dwellers. A single blackberry growing from the bush caught the broken woman’s eye. As she held it in her fingers she knew everything was going to be okay.
Nathan is a woman who was beaten down too early in life, but her one joy remains: blackberry picking. Through every loss and every tragedy, there is one constant.
Her story is short, her story is sad, but there is always hope growing against the fence behind the alleyway.
It starts yet again as it will end, by a wild blackberry bush, there before all who had lived there and surpassing even the most elderly of dwellers.
It would end how it started, with a little girl picking blackberries along the entrance to an estate. She was taller and slower now with skin more brittle and less forgiving to the thorns, and maybe she wasn't even alone.
The ghosts of those who loved her and made her walked by her side as she meandered along the road. It was the spirits of those who guided her that had made all the difference.