Flash Fiction # 28 - The Healing Spirit of Recovery
- Jacob RD Johnson
- Dec 21, 2025
- 2 min read
Picture Prompt:
300-word Flash Fiction
Post # 28
Week Ending: 12/26/2025
Genre: Drama
Title: The Healing Spirit of Recovery
Brenna Doan waited on a cold bench. Her butt numb, but nothing compared to her emotions.
He was her forever—why’d he do this to her? Seven years, she poured everything into a relationship he cast aside like a sock—easier to discard than darn.
Brenna trembled, with chill and distress. Thankfully, the trolley carved through the white blanketed street toward her. She stepped inside and felt relief from Jack Frost's bite, but not from pain.
The car could have held fifty people or two, she didn't notice as she sat and wept into her palms.
A warm hand on her neck whisked her from wallowing. An old woman with short gray hair, laugh lines, and crow's feet said, “I'll tell you a story.”
Brenna wiped her tears and nodded.
“When I was your age, life had me as lost as you. Sure I would never be the same… and I was glad.”
Confused, Brenna looked her in the eyes for the first time. “Have we met before?”
“I have a familiar face, dear. That day, I received inspiration, and found this.” She pulled a coin from her purse. It had a feather and lettering: The Healing Spirit of Recovery.
“It was a clear sign my life was going to turn out great. I found the love of my life; I had children and grandchildren. I wouldn't trade it for the world.”
The trolley stopped. Brenna thanked her for encouragement and walked out to the street.
Brenna turned back to wave, but she was nowhere to be seen. Perplexed, she glanced down to step through the snow—saw a coin, picked it up, and instantly recognized it as the same one the lady showed her minutes before.
Brenna dropped the coin into her pocket and suddenly knew that everything would be just fine.
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