From Sonya’s 3LineTales at Only100Words.
You can find the original prompt here. Thank you, Sonya.
Photo by Gabriel Ramos on Unsplash
The squall scoured the breakwater and churned lake water into white-capped meringue.
Constance leaned into the wind, inhaled, and willed herself the courage to release irrational constraints.
Purged, she lifted her head, squared her shoulders, and stepped into her future.
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Jo Hawk 
Good one!
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😊 Thank you, Sadje.
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A pleasure Jo.
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Constance has done well. And “white-capped meringue”–that’s a fetching metaphor.
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Thank you, my friend. 🙏
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love how you brought the visuals into the story and turned them into milestones of her internal journey. from turmoil in the breakwater to release of thoughts into the wind and with that lightness she steps confidently forward. excellent flash!
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So happy you enjoyed it, Gina.
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