“What was this place?” my son asked.
“It was a place where those with no hope could go to feel a little less alone in the world. It was a place for the forgotten people to find themselves, and for a time it was my home. I often thought I’d spend the rest of my life here.”
“Do you want to go in and maybe find out what happened?”
“No, I don’t think I do. Sometimes it’s best to leave these things in the past,” I said. I smiled sadly, hoping that the people who used to frequent the Rainbow Bar had been able to find themselves somewhere safe. I also used that moment to say goodbye to the woman I used to be. I had taken a risk in leaving, and it had paid off. I walked away from the bar with my son, remarking on how much he was like his father. He told me he’d met a girl, and I wished him good luck.
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THE END