Broken

PHOTO PROMPT Sarah Potter

She stood at the sink, looking out the window, dreaming of better times and beautiful things long since gone away. The thought of him with that harlot made her skin crawl. How could he have been so heartless? She so blind?

Her chin dipped toward the forgotten dishes piled in the cool water. A tear traced a path to the edge of her nose, where it clung for a moment before plunging into the basin.

She steadied her trembling shoulders and returned her gaze outside, dreaming of better times and beautiful things long since gone away.

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No horror today, only the sadness of a fictional woman. This one is actually a few words shy of 100 due to a last minute edit that I think makes it flow better. I usually strive to hit 100 words exactly, but I’ll make an exception this time.

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A Visit With Momma

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

“Remember that time I picked you flowers? They were so pretty, just like you,” he said. “You beat me senseless and said I’d ruined your garden. I was only six, Momma. I didn’t know any better.”

He took a deep, calming breath. “Remember that time I got in a fight? It didn’t matter that I didn’t start it. You still burned me with your cigarette to teach me a lesson.”

“You were a terrible mother. You never told me you loved me or that you were proud.” He placed a hand on her tombstone. “But I still miss you, Momma.”

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