Making Room

 Kara was tired. Of everything. Last week she quit her job. The week before, she kicked Romeo to the curb. Not literally. Just figuratively. Though literally kicking his lazy, lying ass would certainly have been satisfying.

Each day she carted more stuff from the house to the garage until there was no room for even the smallest spider to weave its way through. She’d have to rent a truck and haul it to the Goodwill soon.

She stepped back into the house and surveyed the sparse furnishings. It was junk. Every last bit of it. Crap. Garbage. Worthless.

Kara pulled the broom from the closet and began to sweep. Dust bunnies scurried for cover and expansive clouds of dust bloomed before her. Soon her eyes teared and her nose began to run. She sneezed and swept even harder.

She remembered being called worthless. By her mother. Her pop. Her teachers. She used to believe them. But that was behind her. Once she decided to regain control and direct her own life there was no stopping her. She was invincible. Stronger than Wonder Woman, though dressed in much more modest attire.

Cleaning this hovel was a lost cause. So why was she bothering? With her newfound confidence she could go anywhere and be anything.

Kara plucked her purse off the table and strode out the door. After a few steps she paused to look back. This isn’t right, she decided.

She marched forward, picked up a corner of the house and hurled it away. It landed in a heap, now just a shamble of weathered boards, useless furniture and twisted metal. A single flower poked up from what had been her bedroom window.

The smile started slow, a mere twitch of the lips, then grew to light her eyes and tickle her stomach. She flipped her hair and turned toward the road, eager to see who she would become.