100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Madison Woods.
“Finally, relief.” I lay back, stretch, and yawn.
This is my place when I’m frightened or overwhelmed or need to escape life’s pressures.
I can see the others, but if I’m real quiet, they never know I’m here.
I like people. People are useful. But sometimes people are intrusive.
When the walls of my other world close in, these walls are my sanctuary.
Occasionally, I need “me time” to think my thoughts — or not think at all.
Everyone should have a place like this, but this one’s mine.
“There’s the call. Dinner’s ready. Gotta run. I hope it’s chicken.”