PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
The Thing I Held
©October 14th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
Rain poured down like tears while I stood at the railing. My hands shook. My eyes were wet, like rain.
The blurring in my eyes flooded my throat, like smoke pouring down the chimney, asphyxiating me.
In my hand I held the thing that had destroyed a life.
Behind me, in my room lay that life, the man who’d almost destroyed mine. No matter that he deserved it. No matter that he was wrong. No matter that I was broken.
He was dead. And so was I.
The rain washed away the thing I held. It washed me away, too.
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Thanks, as always, to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our Fairy Blog-Mother (as I dub her) for hosting Friday Fictioneers for us fiction-loving writers from around the world, and for that evocative photo-prompt which served as our springboard today.