There wasn’t much she could do about the broken hinges on her bedroom door, so she resigned to turning away and putting it from her mind.
It nagged at her though, gnawing away at her consciousness and digging its crawls into her heart.
His promise to fix all that he’d destroyed lingered in the space above her head, floating like a swarm of angry bees and following her from room to room.
Reminders of him popped up like newly sprouted flowers all around her; of course real flowers were not nearly as toxic as this hideous flora.
How was she to forget him if every where she turned, every object she set her eyes upon, caused her mind to fill with the memories of him?
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Angie Richmond 
This is such a beautifully wrought capture of a break-up. Love ❤
…though sounds like she might be better off without him 😉
Aren’t they always?! Ha! Thanks darling 🙂
Nicely done, dear Angie ;)) A swarm of angry bees? Perfect!
Thanks 🙂
You got the toxicity just right, clouding her mind and nagging!
Thank you!
That fourth sentence is killer. GORGEOUSLY killer. Holy cow, this is great. *applause*
Wow thanks! Smooch!
A great story.
Some memories, even ones we want to forget, can be reignited at the slightest thing.
That they can. Thanks for stopping by Mike!
Love the bee analogy – so true, they just buzz around and pop down to sting you every now and then. Great post!
Thank you Sarah!
great story. Words deftly put.
Oh man, I really like this. The images are perfect and the piece is so easy to relate to!!
Thanks Lillie!