Chick Lit Weekly Prompt Entries 2018 and Flash Fiction Prompts

No More Sweethearts - Prompt 21

Prompt:  The heart shaped box wasn't filled with chocolates and loving thoughts.

"That vile son of a..." Scarlett ranted.

She threw a can of shaving cream in the trash bin with force. Thump! His toothbrush... Thud! His shampoo, because "hers smelled of flowers", he had complained.

"Of course, you didn't want to smell of flowers when you were screwing your secretary! Oh my God what a cliché. You think you're damn Don Draper or something. Well I'll tell you one thing you're not as good looking as Don and..."

Looking around her apartment for more of his shit, she pivoted slowly. Her one room only had three doors; the bathroom, the tiny closet and the one to get out of the pit, she called home.

On her second spin, she saw it, the empty heart shaped candy box. The candy was a gift on Valentine's Day.

That was a night... The romantic dinner, the wine... Then going back to his...

"Traitor! Don't think about that!" she chastised herself out loud.

The candy had been eaten long ago, but she kept mementos of the fourteen and a half month relationship in the red cardboard heart. Grabbing the offensive item too roughly, the entire contents spilled out onto her once beige, puke brown colored rug.

She saw the ticket stubs from Hamilton. "At least he had some connections," she said to the space around her.

There were a lot of floral cards. He did send her flowers often. As she looked at the cards scattered about, one word repeated itself, sorry!

"Sorry for being late... Sorry for canceling... Sorry for making you wait... Sorry, but I've been very stupid, because each one really means sorry, but I was on the sofa with my secretary... Oh sorry, I forgot assistant. That is what he called her. She certainly assisted him.

Picking up all the reminders of his infidelity, she tossed them in the trash, red heart too.

"I would kill for some chocolate right now," she raised her voice again.

She jumped at the knock on her door. Panicking, she hoped it wasn't him. It was probably her neighbor come to check on her because of the yelling.

Peeping through the hole, she saw her best friend, Kaci. Sighing, she slid the deadbolt and removed the chain before opening the door.

"Oh Scarlett!" Kaci exclaimed. Looking around she said, "Good for you, you're purging him out of your life."

"You didn't happen to bring chocolate did you?"

"No, but get dressed. We're going out!"

"I can't go out."

She looked a fright with red, puffy eyes and messy hair.

"The best thing for you is to get back on the horse. You can get a chocolate martini," Kaci said in the same voice one might use when bribing a child with a cookie.

"You're crazy!" Scarlett said while thinking of a hundred reasons to stay home and be miserable.

There was only one reason to go. That was to prove that he hadn't broken her. He may have shattered her dreams of living in his large apartment and a wedding and a kid or two, but he would not shatter her.

"Come on girl! Go get dressed and wear sexy underwear!"

Shocked, Scarlett said, "I have no intentions of hooking up with anyone."