Minimal

She has minimal money to her name; she has no food in her stomach. There is no wonderful, kind soul who wants to take care of her. She has no home. Nobody she cares for, either. Perhaps it is better that way, she says to herself. Nobody will miss me when I’m gone.

via Daily Prompt: Minimal

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