When Gwen packed her bags, threw them into the trunk of her car, and started heading out of town, she was sure that she was going to be driving herself to a fresh start, leaving behind the torn and tattered remnants of the total mess she had made of her life.
But as she pulled her car out onto the highway and saw the low, dark, threatening clouds ahead, punctuated by brilliant flashes of lightning, she had a realization that what she was seeing was but a glimpse of what would lie ahead for her no matter her destination.
She understood that she could never drive fast enough or travel far enough to outrun the devastation of the swirling, churning storms, because the storms were of her own making and she was the eye of the hurricane.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Raychel Sanner via Unsplash