Choice of Leaving

She fiddled with the tiny piece of broken silver. Her overpriced cup of coffee growing cold beside her. She watched how the light danced off the facets and cracks. She kept her nose down not wanting to talk to anyone else.

‘Its the last thing I have…’ She thought making the dim coffee house lights play off the surface. ‘The last thing from her.’

She pulled her worn backpack onto her shoulders and walked out the door. Every time she went somewhere it was both the first and last time she entered the building. She made every choice intentionally, she would not be helpless in her own life any more.

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fancysushikitty

Writing short stories and flash pieces.

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