This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.
Not a loner
The chilling air created waves through her hair. Sanya sat down looking at her cellphone hoping it would ring, but it had never.
She expected less from Peter just as she did from any others that said they would be with her and never leave her alone. It did make her sad but she never regretted loneliness, never cried. She wasn’t a loner but someone who never minded being alone. It never meant she loved Peter not enough to go back to him and try mend things. It just meant that she has not yet mended things with herself.
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