I’m a little late to the game. This was written for yesterday’s prompt, but I forgot to post! Happily, it works for today’s post as well.
Quitting, though, was a difficult decision, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to allow fifteen years of professional experience go up in smoke, nor did she relish the prospect of rearranging her life.
Defeated, she resigned herself to years of drudgery, devaluation and despair while her dreams, her dedication and her desires floated away–condensed into wispy, ephemeral smoke with as little substance as a puff of air.