Carrie stood at the precipice
gazing at the orange-hued sinking sun.
At long last she felt like the
butterfly on the red flower tree outside her window. Free.
The abusive relationship was now
history.
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Posting this as part of the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′ hosted on The Moving Quill.
The prompt:
Word prompt: REUNION
Phrase prompt: 'At long last'
Picture Prompt:
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| PIC Credit: Shailaja : The Moving Quill |
