This is flash fiction, written for Friday Fictioneers. The photo prompt is from Sarah Potter.

When she finally locked her office at the end of the day, she felt like she had survived a snowball fight, and emerged victorious. She hadn’t cowered behind the fort as problem after problem was lobbed her way. Not today. Today she confidently met each one head-on.

She rode down to the lobby on a packed elevator. No one noticed the sparkle in her eye, the flush in her cheeks.

She pushed through the doors into winter darkness and laughed. She was frosted by snowflakes and success.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

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