Refracted

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.  Of course it was all.  But she’d wanted more.  She lifted the hammer into the air and brought it down against the glass table.  If she couldn’t have it, neither could the sun.

This was written in response to this weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge.  

For this weekend's challenge, we'd like you to read the 33 words below and then add 33 of your own words to move the story along.  Have a great weekend and good luck!

The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.