Thursday, July 21, 2011
She had the place to herself. No TV, no sports announcer shouting at her, no boyfriend filling the space beyond capacity.
He thought she had a photography appointment while he was out. As if she needed something productive to be done if he wasn't around.
All she needed was the silence and the absence of him.
Soon, she would pour another glass of wine. Maybe she would grab a cigarette from her secret stash.
She heard the clicks getting faster, and her heart rate sped up for a moment. Then, the final Snap!
She got up to check the self portrait. Satisfied, she printed the image, happy with her idea to capture the moment. She grabbed a metal thumbtack, pressed it into the top of the picture into the wall above her bed. Lest she forget how good she felt at that moment. Grabbing a black Sharpie, she penned a title at the bottom of the picture:
Walking to the front door, she checked the locks again and picked up her phone from the side table. A text was all he deserved.
"I'm done. We're done. You cannot change my mind."
She turned her phone off, poured that glass of wine, and turned on the radio. Dancing, for the first time, without fear of pleasing anyone but herself.
This was a picture prompt for Red Writing Hood at The Red Dress Club, inspired by the image above.