What’s a #key without a #lock and a lock without a key? This is a picture of my Jewelry Box, which I picked up in Jew Town, Cochin,
I am taking part in a Photo a day challenge for June 2016.
The prompt for the 1st of June is Key and the above is my picture for the prompt.
Since I haven’t been writing/blogging at all, and I REALLY want to I thought I would use the prompts to attempt to write short stories too.
Below is my story for the prompt, Key.
It was a dull day, which promised to get gloomy in the next few hours. She snapped the window shut, took the last gulp of her coffee and picked out her clothes for the day.
As the hot needles from the shower ran down her face, things she shouldn’t have been thinking about came to mind. Out of habit her hand traced the welt above her eyebrow where the gash that it had been had bled and bled.
She winced as her shoulder hurt when she reached out for the shampoo on the shelf, reminding her that numerous physiotherapy sessions had still not helped it heal completely.
Hot tears mingled with the water, surprising her as she thought she had drained herself of all of them.
Toweling herself dry, she ran her eyes over the outfit she had picked out and discarded the maroon jacket and reached out for the familiar comfort of the dark grey. Something to match her mood.
As she zipped up her black dress she realized she had gotten even thinner than the last time she wore it. Twisting her hair into a tight knot, she noticed the bone structure of her face was accentuated some more.
She glanced around the almost bare room, grabbed her bag and keys and let herself out of the door.
She walked with her head bowed down against the bitter wind, concentrating on putting one foot ahead of the other, to muscle out forbidden thoughts fighting their way into her consciousness. Yet again.
The train ride was a blur and she only became aware of her surroundings as she waited for the office elevator, surrounded by people and ignoring them all.
At her desk she got to work immediately, the numbers on her screen obliterating the emotions she didn’t wish to feel.
When a bunch of envelopes were placed on her desk she realized it was 2 pm, and she had skipped her lunch once more.
As she went through her mail an envelope caught her eye. She discarded all others and held this one, with a touch of reverence, wondering if it was really in her hands at last.
Tearing it open she read through it greedily, once, twice and again. And again.
And for the first time in so many years a smile broke out on her face as she held the key to her brand new future in her hand. Her divorce had come through.