I want to read and learn all I can, write thoughtfully and truthfully, live according to reason and ever more mature wisdom, and savor every wonderful little gift of life.
Maggie shut her bedroom door and slumped against it. Who was she, anymore? The self-destructive habit that had lured her with its pleasing pain was now consuming her life. All she spoke were lies. All she heard was her mind telling her she was guilty. Horrible. Hopeless.
To drown it out, she switched on the radio and curled up on her bed. A song with a haunting melody came on, and an alto sang about forgiveness.
It just took one chorus. Maggie broke into heaving, cleansing sobs. She let in what, for so long, she had blocked out.
Written for Carrot Ranch’s weekly 99-word flash fiction challenge–this week, the topic is “it takes just one.”