(100-word flash fiction)
She didn’t know when her heart had turned into stone.
She remembered the first walls, built purely in self defense, to shield her sensitive heart. She even decorated them with plastic smiles and forced cheerfulness. But, unknown to her they began to thicken.
She met everyone on the outside, playacting friendliness. Flirting with men, but not knowing how to give her heart away. Because, eventually, even she didn’t have access to it.
Arthur had come, stayed briefly, called her a ‘stone-hearted goddess’ and left.
Yes, she had a heart of stone.
Until, she found the abandoned baby in the dumpster.
It’s that time of the week when we scratch the FF itch and conjure stories of all form and manner in 100-words all of which presided over by our ever gracious hostess Rochelle. 🙂