When one door closes......

I have used all but one of the words at this week's The Sunday Whirl. 

A match. That’s all it took. As the ribbon of flame snaked across the floor, she took one last look around the room in which her life fell apart. No more to be hit, bruised. Never again to be threatened. No more. The room she once loved would be reduced to a pile of ashes along with her painful memories. A small price to pay. 


She gently closed the door, then turned the key on her past.

Atop a hill she stands. A forlorn figure gazing at a column of black smoke as it curls and twists its way upward then disappears within a blanket of leaden cloud. At her feet sits a bulging leather case. She pushes it from the cliff's edge and watches as it tumbles and bounces from rock from rock scattering its contents in every direction before being swept away by the angry ocean below. A smile, the first for many a long day, breaks across her weary features. 

She'll be fine now. I'm sure she will.

Post script. Quite what the case concealed remains a mystery to all but me.......and now, perhaps you also! 

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