The dew drops on the leaves reminded her there was hope. On this early morning her life was about to begin again: new and fresh with no hint of the pain she had suffered during the past year. Did she regret marrying a man who had controlled her to the point that she had lost the very essence of herself? No, there had been good times filled with laughter. And the traumatic experience had strenghtened her inner being. No longer was she the cosseted child of a wealthy widower. Now she was a woman who had experienced the harsher side of life; now she was better equipped to contribute meaningfully to life.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)