He got up and walked away. I stood there, my eyes following his retreating shadow. It got smaller while my heart, bigger. The breeze felt cold against my skin as I replayed the conversation in my head. His wide eyes rested as a lingering reminder of my strength.
Girls are usually thought to be weak, shy, unable to stand up for themselves. That's why men are considered an essential part of their lives for survival. But there she stood as strong as ever, finally breathing freely. None knew that sometimes rejection could actually free caged birds, flying to live.
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12.05.2020
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Drabbles
Short Storydrabble" (also known as "microfiction," 100 words) is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined sp...
