by Ingrid Prohaska
"I am as good as I am", she said finally and turned around to walk away.
"Wait ...", he said, but there was nothing else she wanted to hear. She had just cut the thread between them and walked away with her head held high and her look straight into her future.
"I've just stopped to explain myself", she smiled.
Copyright © 2010 Ingrid Prohaska
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