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Flash Fiction: Tools

Life had made her hate everything and everyone except her children. The decisions she had made and the hardships that followed them were proof she could endure anything. The tools to survive were something she was well equipped with, someone else could beg for help from those that didn’t really give a damn. She knew she could, and would stand alone.
Are they truly alone or is she merely pushing everyone away? Has she been so mistreated that she doubts everyone? Is she physically and mentally equipped to stand alone?
The word is tools and this post comes in at 61 of the 100 word limit set by the M3 blog for ‘Boys and Their Toys,” you can find more information by clicking on the word tools.

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