Sitting at the bay-window of her 29th floor penthouse apartment in New York, Diya couldn’t help a feeling of emptiness wash over her. She achieved her dreams of a glamorous life but loneliness got to her.
Glancing at her childhood picture flooded her with memories of her grandmother’s house filled with giggles. Her mood darkened as she remembered the fateful day; the day she stormed off after a face-off with her dad. It pained her to imagine that beautiful house locked up.
The sound of the flower vase shattering was the last she heard as she left the house.
PS: This post was written for Women’s Web’s #FlashFiction series.