Another interesting prompt from Sacha Black this week.
That’s what I want you to write about this week. Burnt edges. Maybe it’s the edges of paper, or burnt memories. Whatever you choose, include burnt edges somewhere in your piece. Write no more than 200 words.
So, here is my entry…
Gingerly she picked up the remnants of the fire. Mostly it was just ash left behind but there was one piece of paper that had stubbornly not burned fully.
Typical.
It was a photo, and her favourite one ironically. They looked so happy in it, smiling into each other’s eyes.
What had happened? Wasn’t she good enough? Could she change anything?
Her friends had said that this fire would be cathartic, she would feel fantastic after purging him from her life with the aid of these ‘ceremonial’ flames.
They had offered to be with her, to sit there and throw insult after insult at the bastard, as she dropped all these memories in to burn, but she thought it would be better, just her and a bottle of wine for company. Then she could cry as well as let her true feelings out.
Looking at the photo, she felt it was a sign. She would keep this picture, and every time she felt herself weaken, she would look at the burnt edges of the photo, and remind herself why she had to walk away…
But I Smile Anyway... 