Blah Blah Blah – 158 words
“When one door closes, another one opens.”
“There’s freedom in failure.”
She wanted to scream with rage, to flail upon every pillow, upon every person who’d said those words to her. They’d said them often these last few days, vague faces aiming at consolation, their efforts only reminding her of what she’d lost. She wanted to break things, to hear the satisfying disintegration of what once was, if only to be sure it wasn’t her who was disintegrating.
“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.”
She did none of those things. She sat quietly in her chair, clutching the photograph, the one they’d taken on their honeymoon. At the time, it’d seemed funny, that doorway to nowhere. Now, a painful mockery.
“Never, never, never give up.”
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
She closed her eyes.
“Tomorrow is a new day.”
“Platitudes suck,” she said. She tore the photo in two, smiling.
It feels SO WEIRD not to be writing for Flash Friday today, people. But do you know why I’m not? Because this week, I’M THE JUDGE!! So come on over and scribble me a tale, would you?
However, I realized I’d forgotten to post LAST week’s offering, so hey, bonus! We had to incorporate something about “freedom” in our 150 (+/- 10) word limit. I don’t think it’s my best work, and yet I’ve felt the way my main character does, so it still works for me.