The Prompt: Gift
They had been a gift, those days. She knew that now. Now that they were over. Now that she couldn’t go back, couldn’t make it right.
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The Prompt: Winter
It was a world faded to grey, bled of colour. She stared out at the bleached landscape, occasional black accents breaking up the endless sea of snow, and sighed.
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The Prompt: Beginnings
Last night I dreamt of forgiveness and new beginnings. Of acceptance and moving forward. Of the sadness of regret and the power of possibility.
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The Prompt: a letter
She held the letter in her hand. How did he know? She looked around her; at a room that seemed to belong to someone else. Objects collected by another her, in another time, crowded each surface. Meant to bring comfort,
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The Prompt: Thunder
The thunder crashed again, reverberating around the old house. She flinched, enjoying the fierceness of the storm but shocked by the volume and intensity. Now I’ll find out if the roof leaks, she thought wryly.
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The Prompt: The scent of a memory
As she opened another box, she groaned. How was it possible for one person to accumulate so much stuff?
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The Prompt: That was unexpected…
She left the office, her step lightening as soon as she hit the pavement. It was Friday; at last. Another long week in the office, watching the beautiful sunshine through her window, had taken its toll. Working in central London
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