Your feet bleed as you enter the dark room. Broken glass litters the
floor. In the faint light they would have appeared as pretty pearls and
crystals. But that is not us, not anymore; just shards of a broken life, a
dying love.
Before you is the outcome of my emotional storm.
This week's five-sentence prompt is "Pieces". I used the picture for a bit of inspiration.
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