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Broken

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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.

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.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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Six on the Sixth – June 2016

Lease

Her time would soon be ending.

Vital

Some important pieces just weren’t there.

Jumper

Her toes teetered over the edge.

Flight

It almost felt like flying–almost.

Point

Sudden and painless, her life ended.

Words

The memories can’t fix the sadness.

Written for Six on the Sixth.

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Life’s Greatest Regret

PHOTO PROMPT © Ron Pruitt

PHOTO PROMPT © Ron Pruitt

“Me first,” the old man shouted as he pushed through the crowd. His words reminded me of my daughter. She’d always had to be first, like most kids.

I stood there watching–just watching–as the old man struggled with the high step onto the bus. No one bothered helping him.

I allowed my thoughts to wander. I thought of my little girl, of what I was leaving behind.

I looked at my suitcase, and thought of my wife. We tried. We really did, but we couldn’t make it work.

I got on the bus. Looking back, I wish I hadn’t.

This one is a bit outside of my usual, but I like it. I think there’s an overwhelming sadness to it, which is like a second cousin of horror. Or something like that anyway.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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