Short Story 21: Flash Fiction – The Size of A Mountain
She had been chipping away at it for days. Slowly but surely, the decimation had carried on until she sat looking at the remains of what had once seemed the size of a mountain. She had nearly lost it when her mother showed up to check on her, asking too many questions as always. Why hadn’t Erin returned it like they had discussed? Did she think it was healthy to continue like that? Erin had moved it into the spare room once her mother had left the house and just in time too as her sister also popped in the day after. She too would have been unimpressed by its presence. They all said getting rid of it was a good sign that she was moving forward but Erin knew best. Days had turned into a week and now there was only one task left to finish.
She took a deep breath and picked up the marzipan figure, looking all smug in its top hat. It was only when she heard the cracking sound as her teeth clamped down on its neck that she finally let out a sigh of relief. The act was more satisfying than any kind word anyone had said to her since that fateful Saturday. None of them truly knew how it felt to have stood there waiting for the joy of her life to arrive before realising that her dreams had been only that, dreams. As she sucked on the remnants of the tuxedo, she wondered how many weights she would have to lift at the gym to shake the three tiered cake that had once stood in her spare room. It didn’t really matter, she was just glad she had found another mountain to climb.