a - obstruction

The crumbling foundations of her once
happy, perfect life lay scattered around
her feet.  Trip hazards, ready to take her
down.  Memories, with spiderlike fingers
ready to grasp her ankles, always there.
She knew she should clear up the mess
that he left behind, she knew the debris
only hindered her moving forward, a
constant obstruction.  And one day she
would.  She would sweep up those 
fragments and dispose of them, in the
past, where they belonged.  Just not today.

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