A to Z challenge, theme: anatomy, day 9: I
Flash fiction, 100 words
Everything was planned. She ran her index finger down the list. She knew where she was going, that she could find a job and friends.
She continued with the packing, a slow, careful process. She considered the little things that held meaning for her, a few books, some precious mementoes. Furniture, not so much.
He was not there to see her leave.
There had been a wonderful few years. They were simpatico. She loved the way he always called her his “Boo.”
Despite the apologies, she knew the instant he slammed her up against the wall that they were done.