Torrey stands panting, thrilled and appalled at her own rage. That vase. Exquisitely beautiful, exquisitely expensive, a symbol of the blending of their hearts and their lives.
Such a beautiful part of their wedding, as they’d each poured in sands from beloved places–hers pink and red from French Polynesia and Hawaii, his gray and black from Alaska and Costa Rica–blended to become one, forever.
All that’s gone now. Love gone, marriage gone, vase hurled to the fireplace tiles. No maid anymore, either, to clean it up.
Fine. She prefers the shards, twinkling at her in the afternoon sun.
Every week at the Ranch, head buckaroo Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about shards. You can write about the pieces, the item they once were, or who picks them up and why. Go where the prompt leads.”