Friday, September 2, 2011

The Broken Road

When someone breaks your heart you go through so many changes.

Emmalynn sighed loudly. "What crap," she muttered, tossing the book toward the trash can beneath her nightstand.

She knew that Vi meant well, but all of this - this crap - she couldn't do it. Especially after the other night. She shook her head. "I don't need to remember that. It was a sign of weakness," she stood, facing the mirror, brushing her hair out of her face, her eyes staring back at her, pensive and deep. "It's over. Still over. No matter what happened."

Em trudged around her bedroom. She'd been there for a few days. Sulking. Moping. Sleeping. Crying.
What had she been thinking?

She hadn't - of course. When it came to Matt she lost all sense of thought. All grasp on reality. She didn't think it through. She just lusted. Lunged. Went for it.

Who was she kidding, though? So had he.

"I don't want to either."
She heard his voice whispering. As if he were still there. She turned quickly and banged her thigh on the foot of her bed. "DAMN IT!" Tears stung her eyes as she bit down on her lip to ward off the pain.

This should be it, she thought. She felt it this time. There were no more packages to drop off. No more memories to rehash. No more sex. Good lord, the sex. No more, though. She couldn't do it again. She had to purge herself from every trace of him. Remove him from her home, her life, her heart.

She started to pace. Her breath quickened. Pulse raced.

"That's it," she said, boldly looking back at her reflection. "I'm done."

And with that she started stripping the sheets from the bed. They had been her favorites once. No more. They had to go. She looked over at the pile of clothes she had sorted for Goodwill. Bunched up the sheets in her hand and started to laugh.

She kept laughing as she tossed them out the open window. Just because it felt good.

Damned good.

** Prompt this week: write about a season of change for your character or you. It can be literal or metaphorical. For more on this story please feel free to check out previous posts by clicking HERE and let me know what you think!**


  1. Freedom! I hope the tossing of the sheets are a good step towards moving on.

  2. Yes! Purging stuff can sometimes help start over, make a change :)

  3. It is a shame she couldn't wash that man right out of those sheets.

  4. Yes getting rid of it all was what she needed to do. Glad she did it to help herself move on.

  5. Hee! LOVE this! The sheets? Brilliant. The ode to good sex? HAWT. And the changes? Poignant!


  6. This felt like a fresh breeze. The lightness of the language paired with the largeness of the change the character is undertaking is great for tension.


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