The Daily Escape: Friday Fictioneers

This Week’s Photo Prompt from Sarah Potter

Felicity wrung her wrinkled hands as she peered through the upstairs window.  Every afternoon as the sun went behind the house the shadow of the chimney glared at her like a sentinel, ensuring she remained locked inside.

It had been fifty long years.  How would they know she had been beautiful before this merciless pandemic struck?

She flung open the balcony door.  The railing had fallen off years ago.  It was time to jump.

No, no not like that.  This was her usual afternoon routine.  Her only escape into the garden below. How else did the lawn get hand cut?

100 Words

Friday Fictioneers is a place for flash fiction brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Visit Rochelle’s site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.



22 thoughts on “The Daily Escape: Friday Fictioneers

  1. I know FF can get a bit dystopian but this one takes the cake! 50 years of pandemic and lockdown cycles! No wonder the poor woman had gone mad. Cut the grass by hand ? With scissors perhaps? This one really stuck in my head, well done 😀

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  2. I guess any routine is the best way through a feeling of isolation. Doing something useful and keeping positive. But alas physical beauty only lasts so long, whereas the inner beauty lasts a lifetime.

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