Writing prompts

Simple.
Find a picture.
Tell a story.

I'm only a tiny bit concerned with where my mind went
right out of the gate.
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It was easier than she thought.

The wounding words,

snippets of resentment,

petty grievances,

nocturnal diatribes;

all neatly packaged 

in one innocuous leather case;

finally reduced in importance

and put into proper perspective.

She was ready to let them go.

She couldn't believe how unencumbered she felt 

as she left it 
and walked away.

The reality was his death had set them both free.

Although tempted to turn back for one last look,

she had already turned toward the future.

She wasn't sorry she had killed him.