THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

I’m a bit early this week, but I’m so busy that I was afraid if I didn’t get this done today I might miss it this week and that simply won’t do!

Once again I want to thank Rochelle for hosting again, (psst….. You really should go read some of Rochelle’s flash fiction, she is phenomenal!) I always learn so much about writing just by reading these flash fiction stories. These people are wonderful writers! So click on Rochelle’s name and go read some great stories! Go on now, don’t be shy! Shoo!

Oh wait!! Read mine first though okay? 🙂   And don’t forget to leave a comment! Thank you so much.

 

 

 

 

Genre: General Fiction (words 100)

 

The screaming of the seagulls penetrated the fog in her mind. She flinched, then blinked in the sunlight.

Looking around she sighed and knew she was  safe. After so many years of yelling, fists and kicks, the birds yells made her flash back for an instant.

Safe, such a small word that meant so much. Courage, another word  she had found recently. The courage to leave, to move,  to be herself.

So many years she lived in fear. She didn’t think he would find her. She hoped, wished, wanted for a new life for so many years. Now she had it.  She smiled.

 

 

(I wrote this to honor Domestic Violence Awareness month. As a survivor sometimes it just takes one person holding out their hand to help to make the difference between life and death. Literally. It’s hard to find that courage when you are in a situation of abuse. You feel alone, helpless and think no one will help. If you or anyone you know is in this kind of situation, reach out your hand for help, we will grasp hold. If you need someone to talk to email me, I will help.     jlroeder (at) mail (dot) com)