The Tarry Pit

At 78 Pit was a wisened old wisp of a woman all wrinkle and bone legacy of a life of hard physical labour in the tar pits. From a distance it appeared she would be blown off course by the slightest breeze.

But close up… Close up one could see the determination and grit that she has worn for a cloak her whole life. She was rooted to the earth by her three points of contact, her blackthorn walking cane practically extending roots into the ground, holding her to the spot until the next step….