Short Stories, Writing

She Must Leave

Posted by Run Wright on

She must leave. 

Her bags are packed as though she has decided but she still searches his face for a reason to unpack things that don’t matter into corners that are waiting to reclaim her. 

“Leave”, he challenges. “See if I care.”
When the door eases shut behind her, she presses her limp body on it, gathering the vestiges of strength needed to follow the path she has chosen, all she owns lying forgotten and unwanted at her feet. 
His tears on the other side don’t count now. 
She pulls her hair forward to conceal the bruise and lets her fingers linger to remember why she must leave.


5 Comments Add yours

  1. Mia says:
    March 8, 2015 at 2:48 pm

    This is beautiful, Karen – in a sad, painful, wistful kind of way. My favorite line is “but she still searches his face for a reason to unpack”. Ahh, shot to the heart.

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  2. Kay R. says:
    March 9, 2015 at 11:58 pm

    Beautiful! And I like the quote!

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    1. Run Wright says:
      March 10, 2015 at 12:53 am

      I’m so glad you like it. Thanks

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  3. lbeth1950 says:
    March 11, 2015 at 10:39 pm

    Please don’t go back. Love this!

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    1. Run Wright says:
      March 11, 2015 at 10:56 pm

      Thanks for reading, Lbeth!

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