Tara read for the umpteenth time that night what she wrote on the white paper in front of her carelessly fiddling with her pen. “GoodBye”, it read. Goodbye to all sorrows and failures and hopes that failed to keep its promises, she thought miserably.
Just then she caught the glimpse of morning sun up from its slumber spreading its warm rays all over. A smile appeared on her face as she made the paper into a ball and tossed it into the bin and reached for her camera.
I am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt SMILE. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Smile as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.