Morning air had a peculiar softness in it as if it had realized that everything else in her life was rough. Niya felt pity on herself.
Pity – lately that’s the one feeling she is in touch with.
Anything good happens to her, she chooses to see it as a charity.
As the morning sun gleamed in the distance, Niya had a sudden urge to stop pitying herself. Even if the universe is throwing these blissful moments at her as a pity, it’s on her to make it to her advantage.
She was done with playing the victim role that moment.
© Vinitha 2020
This flash fiction is written in response to the ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SOFT’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
