The word is Edge
A single match. That’s all it took. As the ribbon of flame snaked across the floor, she took one last look around the room in which her life fell apart. No more to be hit, bruised. Never again to be threatened. No more. The home she once loved would soon be but a pile of ashes along with those painful memories. A small price to pay. She closed the door, then turned the key on her past.
At the cliff’s edge, she stands and gazes back at a distant a column of black smoke curling and twisting skyward. At her feet sits a bulging leather case. She pushes it with her foot and watches it tumble down, bouncing from rock to rock, its contents scattering in every direction to be swept away by the angry ocean.
A smile, the first for many a long day, breaks across her weary features.
She’ll be fine now. She’ll be just fine.