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Undoing the heart.
#WritcoStoryPrompt125
Write a short story about how much easier it is to fix mistakes on a word processor or computer than it is in real life.
Story:
Maya stared at the blinking cursor on her screen, her fingers hovering over the keys, waiting for inspiration to strike. It had been days since she’d last written something she was proud of. The pressure to meet her deadlines was mounting, and her editor’s emails were becoming more urgent by the hour. Yet, she couldn’t seem to muster the energy to type even a single word.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting toward the framed photograph on her desk. It was a picture of her and Ayaan, taken two summers ago on their trip to the coast. They looked so happy back then, arms wrapped around each other, eyes bright with love and possibility. But that was before everything fell apart.
Before the fights, before the silence, before they both walked away.
Maya had replayed the breakup in her mind more times than she cared to admit. She’d gone over every word, every argument, every mistake. If only life had an undo button, she thought bitterly. If only she could go back and fix the things she had said, the things she hadn’t said.
But life wasn’t like the word processor in front of her. There was no undo button for real mistakes.
Her phone buzzed on the table beside her, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, and her heart skipped a beat. It was a missed call from Ayaan. She stared at the notification for a long moment, debating whether to call him back. It had been months since they had spoken, months since they had decided to go their separate ways. What could he possibly want now?
Before she could overthink it, she swiped the notification away and put the phone face down. She couldn’t deal with this right now. She had work to do. She needed to focus.
But as much as she tried to ignore it, the memory of Ayaan lingered in her mind like an unfinished sentence. She thought about the way his voice used to calm her when she was stressed, how he always knew the right thing to say. She thought about the arguments that had driven them apart—arguments about the future, about commitment, about the fear of making...
Write a short story about how much easier it is to fix mistakes on a word processor or computer than it is in real life.
Story:
Maya stared at the blinking cursor on her screen, her fingers hovering over the keys, waiting for inspiration to strike. It had been days since she’d last written something she was proud of. The pressure to meet her deadlines was mounting, and her editor’s emails were becoming more urgent by the hour. Yet, she couldn’t seem to muster the energy to type even a single word.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting toward the framed photograph on her desk. It was a picture of her and Ayaan, taken two summers ago on their trip to the coast. They looked so happy back then, arms wrapped around each other, eyes bright with love and possibility. But that was before everything fell apart.
Before the fights, before the silence, before they both walked away.
Maya had replayed the breakup in her mind more times than she cared to admit. She’d gone over every word, every argument, every mistake. If only life had an undo button, she thought bitterly. If only she could go back and fix the things she had said, the things she hadn’t said.
But life wasn’t like the word processor in front of her. There was no undo button for real mistakes.
Her phone buzzed on the table beside her, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, and her heart skipped a beat. It was a missed call from Ayaan. She stared at the notification for a long moment, debating whether to call him back. It had been months since they had spoken, months since they had decided to go their separate ways. What could he possibly want now?
Before she could overthink it, she swiped the notification away and put the phone face down. She couldn’t deal with this right now. She had work to do. She needed to focus.
But as much as she tried to ignore it, the memory of Ayaan lingered in her mind like an unfinished sentence. She thought about the way his voice used to calm her when she was stressed, how he always knew the right thing to say. She thought about the arguments that had driven them apart—arguments about the future, about commitment, about the fear of making...
