Photo by James Wheeler.
Old furniture and boxes of everyday life filled the small apartment. Elise envisioned fresh paint, polished floors, a cozy nook to read in when the sun shined. Her sanctuary.
She'd lingered far too long waiting for Paul. In the end he chose to move on. Now, two paths diverged.
Her phone rang and she answered.
"The papers have been filed," Paul said.
Sadness. They ended the call, cut the connection, and she paused at the ephemeral fragility and resolute finality.
Then, there was relief.
A beckoning path lay before her, calling her to autonomy.
She chose the road less traveled.
(Originally published 2020/05/20 at 4:44 pm. Re-imagined 2026/01/10 at 9:53 pm.)
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