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Writer's Block: Smashed
May. 1st, 2008 03:49 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
He should have moved the key.
She stood in the apartment, soaking in the comfort of everything she'd lost. The brown leather couch they cuddled in on movie nights. The tiny table they shared so many meals at. The telephone handset she'd thrown at him during one of their last fights. The hole in the wall where she'd punched through when he told her they were over.
The note on the fridge signed Love, Chelsea.
Her eyes flashed furiously as she pulled the note out from under the magnet. "Had a great time last night... can't wait to see you again... love... love... love..." She tore it into tiny pieces and dropped it disdainfully to the floor.
There weren't any tears as she tossed the dining room chairs off the balcony and watched them splinter on the concrete five stories below. She didn't cry when she slashed the couch and chairs with a convenient steak knife. No wracking sobs when she took her crowbar to the telephone, the television and the stereo.
She didn't bother to lock the door behind her when she left.
He definitely should have moved the key.
He should have moved the key.
She stood in the apartment, soaking in the comfort of everything she'd lost. The brown leather couch they cuddled in on movie nights. The tiny table they shared so many meals at. The telephone handset she'd thrown at him during one of their last fights. The hole in the wall where she'd punched through when he told her they were over.
The note on the fridge signed Love, Chelsea.
Her eyes flashed furiously as she pulled the note out from under the magnet. "Had a great time last night... can't wait to see you again... love... love... love..." She tore it into tiny pieces and dropped it disdainfully to the floor.
There weren't any tears as she tossed the dining room chairs off the balcony and watched them splinter on the concrete five stories below. She didn't cry when she slashed the couch and chairs with a convenient steak knife. No wracking sobs when she took her crowbar to the telephone, the television and the stereo.
She didn't bother to lock the door behind her when she left.
He definitely should have moved the key.
