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Leave the Key
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Title: Leave the Key
Challenge/Prompt: Symbol
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original Fiction
Characters: Cynthia, Jonathan
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: All mine.
Summary: Her family hadn't been hateful, simply distant and devoid of love.
Author's Notes: Having written nothing but lengthy essays and epic hero stories for the past few weeks, 100 words was a bit of a shock.
“That’s the last one,” she muttered, depositing the heavy, cardboard box in the hallway.
With some degree of longing, she surveyed her room, barren, save for the furniture –bed, desk, bookshelves- of her childhood.
It was furniture she intended to leave behind, with everything personal already neatly packed in boxes and luggage bags. She wanted a bright future and happy memories, something this house could never provide. Her family hadn't been hateful, simply distant and devoid of love.
“Cyn! You ready?” Jonathan hollered from downstairs.
“Coming!”
Smiling wistfully, she exited the room, leaving her house key on the white dresser.
fiction_drabbles.Title: Leave the Key
Challenge/Prompt: Symbol
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original Fiction
Characters: Cynthia, Jonathan
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: All mine.
Summary: Her family hadn't been hateful, simply distant and devoid of love.
Author's Notes: Having written nothing but lengthy essays and epic hero stories for the past few weeks, 100 words was a bit of a shock.
“That’s the last one,” she muttered, depositing the heavy, cardboard box in the hallway.
With some degree of longing, she surveyed her room, barren, save for the furniture –bed, desk, bookshelves- of her childhood.
It was furniture she intended to leave behind, with everything personal already neatly packed in boxes and luggage bags. She wanted a bright future and happy memories, something this house could never provide. Her family hadn't been hateful, simply distant and devoid of love.
“Cyn! You ready?” Jonathan hollered from downstairs.
“Coming!”
Smiling wistfully, she exited the room, leaving her house key on the white dresser.
