And once more unto the breach dear friends. Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based on the photo prompt provided. Sometimes I know what to write as soon as I see the picture other times it’s a puzzle…….
Photo Copyright : Lauren Moscato
Regret doesn’t wipe away the stench or lessen the stain, it only makes it worse. Yet huddled in the corners, beneath all those empty dreams and promises, hope still gnaws at our souls. Hope we can right our wrongs.
Shelter is so near, sometimes so near that we can almost taste its freedom. They say if you find your way in, that you never want to leave. That you won’t be held captive by fear or panic, instead choice becomes your jailer.
But the way in isn’t clear. There are no open windows or no steps to the door; but then, there isn’t a puzzle worth solving that doesn’t take thought.