Once again, Madison Woods has given us a beautiful and challenging photograph for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. I love how she exercises our creative muscles. Thanks again, Madison!
Her mind was ablaze with what she’d just seen—another woman in his arms. Slamming the door, she stood outside in icy silence, huge as her emptiness, until she erupted and ran from the house—their house. Leaves crunched in a staccato beat beneath her feet.
Gray skies. Colorless as life without him. Cold mist stung her face like a slap.
Running anywhere, nowhere, she fell. Dead leaves swirled, falling, falling, until they came to a final rest beside her.
Fallen. Life was over.
Then she saw it. A tiny, pink bud. Struggling, yes. But new life, nonetheless.