Tears fall. The door closes behind her. Change takes commitment. Old habits resurface in an instant. A long corridor beckons. What lurks behind the many doors? Footsteps echo sweet promises made. The warmth of the handle beneath her grasp lures her. She releases it, walking bravely down her chosen path. Some doors should remain closed.
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss -
If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!
Love KB
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Showing posts with label Flash 55 - Behind Closed Doors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flash 55 - Behind Closed Doors. Show all posts
Thursday, 7 May 2009
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