PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
As she looked out of the window, trying to withhold the flood of tears, she choked.
I am no doormat, she screamed silently.
On her way to the airport to Leh, when the SUV navigated sharp hairpin bends, the white mountains intimidated her by their magnitude.
The snow-clad lofty mountains interspersed with their brown garb looked like small tents dispersed around from above.
It’s so absurd, thought she to think of breaking the bonds of their union. It takes two to tango.
The ground realities were not so harsh.
She was not cold as the mountains. After-all, human is she.
Thank you Rochelle for the lovely photo prompt.
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