Friday, 22 November 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Erasing the past
Erasing the past
Standing by the edge of the road I watched as the flames engulfed house I had called home, and could still feel the heat on my skin. Smiling I knew that, within minutes, there would be no reminders of my life before the fire and as I picked up the small holdall of clothes, money and passport I had packed ready for this day, I turned and began to walk away from all the lies, the deceit and the heartbreak I had suffered for years and began my journey to as far away from this place, this life, as possible.