I participate/volunteer with an amazing group called The Fictionista Workshop. They are truly an unbelievable community dedicated to encouraging and improving the world of writing for women. So occasionally I will post my responses to prompts that are sent out daily from The Fictionista lovelies. Today's prompt was as follows:

“Is it the end? Or the beginning?” he asked tentatively.

Taking a deep breath, Anna blew it out slowly. She wasn’t sure how to answer that question. It felt like an ending but the end of what? The end of their marriage? Or was it the end of her punishing them both for a mistake he made years ago? Maybe it was the beginning? But that only led to asking herself, the beginning of what?

Was it the beginning of starting over? Of moving on, stepping beyond the living, breathing reminder that he had once been unfaithful? Or was it the beginning of her life without him?

She held all of those answers in her heart but she just wasn’t sure which was the right one.

“Anna,” his voice cracked on the one syllable sigh. Anna felt him come to stand behind her, felt the warmth of his body though he didn’t touch her. Part of her was glad he didn’t because she wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t shatter in a million pieces when he did but the other part, the part that loved him regardless of his indiscretion ached because he was unsure if he should touch her. “Please, talk to me.”

Blake Randall was the love of her life. She didn’t how to function without him in her life, didn’t know how to breathe.

Anna turned to stare up into the deep blue of her husbands eyes and behind all the pain, all the regret she still saw the man he had always been. Anna could see the man she still loved. At that moment she had her answer.

“It’s the beginning, Blake.”



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