View in the Mirror

Another bit of writing based on a prompt. This one was inspired by Be Kind Rewrite’s Inspiration Monday prompt. Pop over and give it a try yourself. Here it is :

Rearview

Rearview (Photo credit: quinn.anya)

She had waited for so long and come so close to the end, her end, so many times. Something always stopped her, just shy of saying goodbye to the world. It wasn’t easy by no means. Somehow she kept hanging onto hope, when there was barely nothing left. Maybe it was the small glimmer of faith she hung onto. She guessed the reasons didn’t matter now. It only mattered that she had made it.

The chaos in her life was at least temporarily in her rear view mirror. Of course, this could be put both ways, figuratively and literally. She would no longer have to endure harsh days of words spoken in anger. Tears welled up in her eyes. She held them back. She wasn’t sure if they were tears of joy that she would finally have peace or tears of sadness that it had taken so long. Maybe it was a little of both. She looked in the mirror, watching the signs of town fade in the distance.

She took one hand off the steering wheel and lightly patted the suitcase in the seat beside her. One bag was all she had and it was more than enough. She would never have to see him or the town, where they had lived together, ever again. There had been some happy memories, but there had been such sorrow the last several years. No use, dwelling on the past. She turned the radio up and smiled slightly. All the pieces were finally falling together rather than falling apart. It was time.