This 55 word flash fiction piece is my birthday gift to Christa Rucker (@PhyreAcid) on twitter. Just because we foster patterns and make them thrive, we are not beholden to them; especially when forcing pieces so they conform to the puzzle nets disaster. Enjoy!
She was broken, lying at the bottom of a deep cleft. Her life spared by being thrown from the car.
Months later, at the usual split, she made a decision. This time, instead of taking the easy path, she took the road to mystery, trust, pain, and love.
If only her old car was fixed
Interesting poem, I’m not sure why but it kinda reminds me of “Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.” Henry David Thoreau
Thank you for reading this and sharing the Thoreau piece. I am going to find it now.