Author: Reena Saxena

She wanted to move on with her life and let bygones be bygones.  Fuhgeddaboudit would become her new motto, as she decided to leave all the unpleasantries in the past.  Everything that has happened, was part of her past and she was ready for a new future.  She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.  She learned that fate is unsympathetic, and the universe does not stop to morn.  The only chance she has to get any meaning out of her life now will be from treating others with kindness and hating the people that wronged her would be futile.  Her home is empty of all the things that she once valued, but possessions can be replaced, or she could do without them.  Her materialistic tendencies were only an adaptive response that helped her to cope with situations that made her feel anxious and insecure. …

Reena gave us a line which can be used anywhere in our piece. The idea of a first line or last line becomes too restrictive.

She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.

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They all left, one by one.

Her husband died of cancer, the children wanted better opportunities in life so they moved away too. And at the end, her elderly cat also succumbed to old age.

She was in good health and had no illness to slow her down but what to do about the heart that craved the company of loved ones.

To take her mind off the loneliness, she decided to remodel her life. There was no use of clinging to resentment so she’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning. Every single piece of furniture that was associated with her previous life was given…

A follow-up to The truth is out there., posted for Reena’s Xploration Challenge and Sadje’s What Do You See?

She willed her fingers to move, reminiscent of Uma Thurman in Kill Bill. She couldn’t honor the urge to scream if she wanted to; nor could she laugh out loud at the fluffy orange haired toupee wearer.
Thankfully, she hadn’t fallen over. Her body sort of hovered and crouched. Her tenacity was fierce. Her fingers began twitching-flickering like the people all around her. Ugh, she thought, just get up. Slowly, she began regaining tactility, sensing solid ground beneath her. She urged her feet to push.
She concentrated every ounce of will toward achieving movement. She began to lean. Her small frame faltered. It was as though she was the only person within sight that had any sort of conscious control over motor function, yet from inside a mind-controlled robot.