Spin: Renewal

She started to cry. Long, hard sobs that felt like she were emptying her soul down her face, down to her chin, snot draining from her nose.

Everything seemed to be falling out of her life and she couldn’t control it what was happening. The idea made her begin to laugh, first low and quiet, then loud and even more uncontrolled.

The man with the rosary, the beads, the ability to avoid death, stood and looked down at her but not with any demeaning intent. “Welcome to your new life and have a good one,” he smiled and walked away.