I haven’t eaten in two days. Made a home for myself in this alley— newspaper for blankets, my shoulder bag as a pillow against the stoop to our apartment.
When he sees me like this, he’ll let me back in, I lie to keep myself warm at night.
The light at the end of my “tunnel,” the sounds of traffic, the voices of strangers frighten me.
But I must prove to myself that I can live…
…without him.
© Nortina Simmons
Written for Monday’s One-Minute Fiction, a challenge that asks you to write a story in one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided.
Nortina's Writing Inspiration Well 
It feels cathartic, somehow.
I may give this challenge a go. I need to try and get back to writing. A lousy condition muddles my head and i don’t trust my mind to do as I wish. But it could be where I try and see if I can. If you allow my intrusion.
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It can be tough getting back into writing when you’ve been away from it for so long. I’ve always found that short fiction challenges like #1MinFiction really help me when I’m blocked. So give it a try! 😊
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I like it 🙂 Interesting start!
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