trg-1100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers 

A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Liberty sat heavily on the park bench and stared across the water at the office building. She’d saved money, made plans, changed her name, and ran. Now, she had forty-five minutes until she shook hands with Mr. P. Chance, as she’d been calling him. P for Potential, but she was confident.

She gripped her briefcase as though her life depended on it. Well, it kind of did, didn’t it? What it held would save her life. Samples of her work. A resume she’d spent months polishing.

The only wounds she’d have now would be paper cuts and overtime fatigue.


Tabula rasa: an opportunity to start over without prejudice.


Favorite Friday Feedback (F3) from last week’s #FF story goes to Margaret at She said “This is so gripping. The dream, the receding ocean, the images of fragmentation and loss are powerful.” Fragmentation and loss, or the world as you know it ending. It could be apocalyptic as Sandra commented, or it could be a phase in your life. It’s always difficult to give up your dreams, but you need to hang on to the fragments and rebuild in a new chapter of your life. We have nothing if we don’t have dreams.

Dreams are the seedlings of realities. –James Allen



21 thoughts on “Tabula rasa

  1. Liberty deserves to have a golden future with all that preparation and optimism. You’ve built a really appealing character. I like how you’ve hinted at something dreadful in her past, and I can’t help just worrying a little about Mr P. Chance. Liberty seems a little vulnerable. I hope he’s trustworthy.

    Thank you for your ‘favourite Friday feedback’ comment. What a nice idea! I’m honoured.


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