For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’m writing drabbles based on words I got from a random word generator. A drabble is a short piece of fiction of exactly 100 words.
The tears come in a flood, one after the other tracing out a path down my reddened cheeks. I stare forlornly down at the broken vase, the shards scattered across the hardwood floor like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
I’m ashamed. I shouldn’t be crying over a broken $5 vase from the bargain store down the street. But I’m not actually crying over that, am I? That was just the final straw. I lost my job. I have no money. My fiancé broke things off last week. I’m lost.
The vase is mocking me. Its shattered state reflects my life.