I’ve been bad at these lately. Here’s a new one. The goal is to write a complete story (or close) in 100 words based off a prompt. Here you go. (Warning: this one has a sad note to it…that’s just how it happened)
Prompt: There was something not quite right about the window.
I stared at the crack stretching across the glass, splitting into a spider-web of brokenness in something that had once been whole. I knew how it felt, if windows could feel that is, recognized the broken pieces of my own shattered soul mirroring those misshapen shards held together by the pressure of their respective containers.
I knew the window would never be the same.
Neither would I.
I pulled my eyes away from the window. The cold had shattered it. The bitterness. My gaze drifted toward the empty chair next to mine and I wept frozen tears.
Never the same.