Enough is Enough : Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

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This is week number four in the Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner challenge curated by Roger Shipp. Thanks Roger!

For my Facebook and Twitter followers this is a writing challenge. To read the story you have to click on the link (smiles)


Enough is Enough

“Enough is enough,” he muttered under his breath.

Leaving the house this morning, one solitary idea prevailed.

He had to get away. To escape these never ending conflicts.

The idea had come without premeditation as he was closing the door behind him.

He’d taken the key from his pocket and dropped it back through the letterbox. The sound of it clinking on the tiled floor was an alarm bell, a wake up call.

So he’d walked to the end of the street, then to the edge of town and then continued walking.

The crunch of the gravel under his feet as he walked was strangely therapeutic. It seemed to block out all those disturbing thoughts.

He had no idea of where he was headed, only of where he no longer wished to be.

He was unprepared. He hadn’t packed. He’d left his phone on the kitchen table and his wallet in his warm winter coat.

As he walked around the next bend he suddenly felt that he had walked far enough away to think clearly.

Certainly enough was enough, but now it was time to make a decision.

Should he go blindly onwards or return to face the music?

24 Replies to “Enough is Enough : Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner”

  1. Sometimes we reach a point where tuning everything else out is the only way to think. When we’re upset, ‘leave me alone’ is our first line of defence – but if that does not work walking out might be the only way. Very well observed, and very well captured!

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  2. Just found your blog through the Roger Shipp challenge. This piece reminds me of how often the stupidest things we do are also the bravest. I like the notion of walking away as therapeutic.

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  3. A very thought provoking story. I remember as a girl of about 8 I kept telling my Mother I was going to run away. She let me and I kept walking down a few blocks before she ran after me. She was so mad. But the walking got rid of my tantrum. I think your character has walked off his anger and knows he needs to go back to survive. It’s rational. He needs the basics, if he is to survive, even a cold winters night. He can always leave again. How I wonder does he get back? Does he have the energy to walk that far? Great story.

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  4. Such compulsion to get away… and then the self-control to stop and think. So few people are capable of such an intense dichotomy so quickly. I think that dichotomy would be a great gifting! Enjoyed the read. So glad you could participate this week. Hope to hear from you in Week #5.

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