The girl looked out the window of her high-rise apartment at the skyline of New York. She was placing her few keepsakes from home on the window sill.
Except the last one. The distorted glass. Ellie found it lying in the gutter of a New York City street.
She thought it was welcoming her to New York. A striking city that was a bit contorted like the glass.
There was a rattle and the glass slipped off its perch. It shattered. Ellie gasped and hoped that her life in the city wouldnāt shatter like that glass.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting Friday Fictioneers!
The Write Scribe 
Omens are only omens if we choose to believe in them
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So true and I certainly donāt believe in omens! Thanks for the comment!
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She had picked the vase up from the gutter & its life was limited.
It never belonged to her.
Nice that she saw the vase positively reflecting about the city.
Life is what we make it.
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I like the way you think, Anita.
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They say if you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere.
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I hope her new dwelling isn’t haunted…
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Minor earthquake or what,ā¦ nicely told.
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The big bad city can break a young girl like Ellie. Hope she can settle in.
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Or maybe it’s a good omen. Time to let go of the past.
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Pretty clear to me that she was not meant to keep it!
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A fresh start in the big city for a poor girl. Good luck.
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Time will tell… Maybe this is a reminder that life in the big city is a mixed bag!
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Oh it might. Cities can do that to young girls. I like the imagery in this, and the suggestion of the MC’s fragility, like the vase.
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Thank you, Margaret!
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We have a saying where I live: shards bring luck. Let’s hope that this is the good omen for her.
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Oooo not a good omen that. I hope the bad feeling isn’t a sign of more. Eeep
Nicely written!
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