New Beginnings — Short Story
Shari sat down on the box and looked around the empty room. Well, it wasn’t entirely empty. There were a few boxes scattered about. In fact, she counted eight. Her entire life summed up into eight four-by-two boxes. She never had imagined it would come to that.
She sighed and slapped her hands on her jean-clad thighs before standing up. It didn’t do her any good to sit around and mope about. There were things to do. The furniture would be arriving within the next half hour.
New furniture. It should have brought a smile to her face, but she didn’t want new furniture. She wanted her old life back. A frown creased her forehead and moved down her face. No, she didn’t want that back either. That had been a lie, where she was the only one in the dark. She wanted to be happy again.
With a grunt, she reached for the first box closest to her and read the marker label — “Bedroom.” They would probably mostly belong in the bedroom. One box held her pictures and mementos. The rest were clothes. Her laptop and other clothes were in the only suitcase she had. Technically it was Isaac’s suitcase, but she took it anyway. He wouldn’t dare cause a scene and deny her that. As it was, she walked away from it all with a little in her pocket to pay her for the last three years.
