#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. mostly sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time as she wipes a tear before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh, but starting afresh was always easier said than done.
she turned to her overturned duffel and began stuffing it with clothes from the closet and the bed. As she stuffed her bag, she couldn't help but revisit them, the nemories, how it had all began. how her once easy and simple life had been turned into the raging storm of lies and danger that it now was. It all started that day, that hot, July afternoon on the shores of lake Monroe. She remembered sitting on the grass in that blue sundress everybody said she looked especially pretty in. she remembered tilting her head back and smiling as the cool lake air washed over her face, peace. she remembered the feeling of peace. and she should have known that that was just the calm before the storm, she should have known that nothing good ever lasted, she should have learnt form past experiences. but she didn't. she...