Wow, I wrote this one with very little editing and never did go over the 100-word count. How has your writing gone this week?
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. You can join in by adding a link to your story to the blue frog link-up on Rochelle’s page. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other nice comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s short story is 100-words long.
Glory stopped at the top of the hill, turning to look at her village one last time. She could still see Mr. Thompson’s roof. Looking at it always made her happy and gave her hope.
She heard a door slam somewhere and it made her jump. She turned and fled down the hill. The city near the coastline had a finishing school for girls and plenty of restaurants where she could earn a living.
She would not be forced into the neighbor’s bedroom anymore. Her own mother hadn’t believed her, so she would go where no one could hurt her.