Carrie stood at the precipice gazing at the orange-hued sinking sun.

At long last she felt like the butterfly on the red flower tree outside her window. Free.

The abusive relationship was now history.

It was her reunion with joy as all her aches faded away with the sinking sun.


Posting this as part of the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′ hosted on The Moving Quill.

The prompt:

Word prompt: REUNION

Phrase prompt: 'At long last'

Picture Prompt:

PIC Credit: Shailaja : The Moving Quill

Linking this to ABC Wednesday for the Week with letter F.