Here’s a piece of fiction…
“Hey,” my roommate knocked on my door. “There’s a woman at the door, claiming she’s your mother.”
I sighed, ripping my earbuds from my ears. How the hell did she find me? I said I was done. It was why I packed up everything I owned into my friend’s mini-van and moved into the student’s apartment. Since then, my grades have mysteriously improved.
Sitting on the bench outside the apartment was my mother, “come home,” were the first words she said when she saw me.
Guilt began to seep into my heart before I inhaled and said resolutely, “no.”
(99 words)


You have to work on getting rid of guilt unearned.
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This is so well written
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Thank you.
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My pleasure
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Concise but penetrating!
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Thanks.
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i suppose it’s not time to patch things up yet. maybe later. 🙂
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Perhaps years down the road.
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It seems like the right call, though not easy!
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I agree.
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No was the right answer. One has to move on and find one’s own way which is quite freeing
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Absolutely!
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