17 April 2015

100 words, 100 days {3}

She puts on her coat, and sets off for the door. It will be the last time, she's sure she’ll not come back. In one had she carries a bag, filled with clothes and some photo’s, and her diary, and a few mementoes she'd gathered over the years. In her heart is the promise of happiness. Outside awaits a taxi, bound for the airport. She knows there’s no way back. She booked a flight to get to the place she loved being so much… That country far away, that she’d dreamed of so often…

Then her alarm clock buzzes for attention...


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