The Bowl (flash fiction)

     A quick update: I've been having some terrible nights lately. I have a sleep disorder, which is exacerbated by my fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. Last night, I wasn't able to fall asleep until 4am, and that was only after taking a sleeping pill. Needless to say, it is extremely frustrating. I was, however, able to write a short story last night. Writing the story made me feel at least a little bit productive. I'll share the story here. I would like to give a special thanks to my friends Kevin, Matthew, Jose, and Randall for giving me feedback on the story.

The Bowl 
     Jessica sat at her clean, uncluttered desk and stared out of the window. This window was her favorite, as it gave her a view of the courtyard. The other windows in her apartment looked out at the grimy streets below. 
     Her stare was broken when the sun caught on a piece of sea glass. Jessica frowned gently as she thought of Sean. Sean was the man who bought her the bowl that holds the pieces of sea glass. He brought it back from Japan for Jessica. They were engaged at the time. Although, at that point, Jessica already knew that it was over. She knew that Sean was cheating on her. 
     Jessica looked at her perfectly manicured hands. The ring may be gone, but the pain of the betrayal remains. She stood up and grabbed the bowl in both hands. It was heavier than she remembered it being when Sean first gave it to her. She then slammed the bowl on the floor, the sound reverberating throughout the room. Jessica looked at the shards and smiled.