AnElephantCant really help it
His stories just seem full of gloom
This week he has tried
To see the bright side
But once again it is laden with doom
It is Friday Fictioneer time again.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on a picture prompt (below).
Her dress hangs neatly from the balcony.
She does not care that the neighbours can see her standing in her underwear, her best underwear, worn specially for the occasion.
She is indifferent to the window-banging and catcalls from the nearby offices.
These things no longer matter.
The air-conditioning clatters and wheezes noisily.
The children – his children – run wild inside, loud and uncontrollable.
He snores in his chair, empty bottles at his feet.
She had been so stupid to fall for a widower’s lies.
She slips her dress over her head and skips happily off to a new life.