Time again for ‘Friday Fictioneers’. A weekly 100 word fiction prompt hosted by the ever creative Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I’m addicted and proud, get yourselves over and read the others, even better, join yourself. A bit like turnip, how do you know you don’t like it if you never give it a try.
Photo : Jennifer Pendergast
She is the other part of me, the light to my dark. Like the wind that whistles through the trees, she is my freedom and my release. While she dances in the sunlight, I wither and fall. While she walks through the barriers, I turn and I run. She is the colour beyond the grey walls, the grass that is greener and the dreams that evolve.
She holds out her hand and bids me come over, but the fear I carry is too strong to ignore. I feel the gap widening, the mist closing in. Maybe tomorrow I’ll walk through the door.