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