Walking Away

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Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner,  details found at http://rogersship.WordPress.com

“Enough is enough!”  I look back at my nemesis.

My eyes lock dead.   My will prevents blinking.   My scowl concrete.  

“You will not beat me!”  My voice echoes down a vacant roadway.

I turn away.   No more last looks. No more trying to understand why.   The point of no return with this wreck.  Why I chose to think things would get better, remains a mystery.  

Hoping for the best is easy in good times.   The last straw sucked hope out of the picture. I’m on my own.   The open road and what I have on my back. 

Sounds call me from behind.   It sounds of broken glass.   Shrill high pitched.   Demanding my attention like so many times before.   Every time it less to a let down.  My heart bruised.   My conscious put to sleep early today.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll think about her.

A red car burns on a deserted road.   Almost no-one notices.