Facing Facts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A short story inspired by the 33rd Picture Prompt from the Imaginarium House.

Submitted: November 13, 2017

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Facing Facts

It was time, no, it was way past time, that she should face facts. Well, one fact really, the only one that mattered. No matter how much she wanted it to be different, he was never going to want her. Not really, not in the way that she wanted him.

All an illusion, that’s what it was. Smoke and mirrors, distorted all the more by her wishful thinking. And he’d never discouraged her, had he. Was quite happy to string her along, and no doubt still would be if she hadn’t caught him out.

No, he might have a future, but not one that included her. That had never been his intention. She was a toy, a distraction and now reality had crawled up and slapped her in the face with the undeniable fact that HE DID NOT WANT HER!

She sat and looked out across the bonnet of her car. Way in the distance she could see the city lights. Once upon a time this view would have held some magic, a promise of things to come; now those lights were nothing more than mocking her. ‘Others might have a bright future but there is nothing but blackness left for you’ – that’s just what they seemed to be saying, and she found that she had to agree with them.

Without him, she had nothing to live for at all.

In front of her was a sheer drop, straight down to the sea below. She’d braked just in time, her wheels right at the edge of the drop. Now she sat and watched as the tide crept further up the beach. Salt water, just like the tears that streamed from her eyes to run down her cheeks and drip from her chin.

Damn him! Why had he ever let her believe in that future? Why had he ever said that he loved her? All she had left was a great big void.

Swiping at her eyes, angry at the sign of weakness, she turned the key in the ignition, let the engine run for a couple of minutes before she engaged reverse gear and slowly backed away from the rocks, the sea, that big steep and sheer drop.

Maybe things would work out. Maybe she’d find someone else, someone who truly loved her rather than pretended to.

The hell with that! She didn’t want anyone else.

Ramming the gear stick into drive, she slammed her foot to the floor and drove straight off the cliff edge, the car seeming to stay in the air with her at the wheel for a few seconds before plummeting down to crash into the sea and sink without a trace.


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