Prompt 4, let’s go WIP with no title, Shireen Dada

It smashed on the tiled floor. I stood there looking at it. Water splashed. The pretty hydrangeas just laid in a puddle of water with broken pieces of vintage blue willow. My heart was pounding so fast. All I could hear was thump, thump, thump. Then I noticed my wet shoes.“Why did I do that?...

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Shireen Dada
Shireen Dada
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