It’s Friday, and you know what that means… the weekend is near! And also Friday Fictioneers, of course.
For Friday Fictioneers, writers respond to a prompt in 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the prompt!
When they ask if she really wants it, she says yes. Her lungs feel sore afterwards, as if they have frosted over. She lays a hand on her chest and feels the silence resonate.
When she gets home, she takes her mother’s crystal glass and throws it against the wall. She stares at the pieces, not blinking until tears roll down her cheeks. But they taste of nothing.
She smashes more until the floor looks built of crystal.
When her mother follows later, slipping between her fingers, she can’t even feel glad that she has no heart to get broken.
Word count: 100
Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you have any thoughts or comments.
You can read more submissions to this prompt here.
Until next time!
2 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Heart Broken”
Is Mother dead and cremated, and she just dropped her ashes?? I’m a bit slow this evening. 😳
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I did mean to convey a death, so as long as that comes across, go with whatever your interpretation is! 🙂