100 Word Story

It was a bit of a fresh start Monday. A toxic relationship had been ditched-with tears-on Friday night, wardrobes had been cleared of ‘no-longer-her’ clothes on Saturday morning. Saturday afternoon had been the gym. Sunday morning had been writing real letters to friends for whom she apparently hadn’t had the time the last year or so. Sunday afternoon was back to her writing which had been equally ignored.  And fresh start Monday was to make this wretched job of hers work whilst planning her own venture. Yes, it had been a really good weekend. And an even better week beckoned.