Good Wednesday, my peeps. It’s Friday Fictioneers time and our leader, Rochelle chose this picture from Michael Sublett to challenge us. And challenge she did. Of course, my brain is full of a head cold so I’m working twice as hard to get half the words. Ugh. I still have one weekend to work. Now is not the time! Oh well… while I go soak in the tub, you can read my little 100-word attempt.
Like the detritus caused by a wrecking ball to a no-longer-useful building, her life lay in a mess about her feet. She walked through, kicking at the pieces, thinking life as she knew it was over. And it was. That part, anyway. Were there pieces she could salvage? Should she even? Or should she simply walk away from this mess and start anew. It scared the shit out of her, to be honest. She’d started over before, she could do it again.
It was so much bigger this time. She grabbed a framed picture. This could be her starting point.