Friday Fictioneers: Free at Last


 

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This is part 2 of this week’s story

A while later, she woke up in a bed in a large bright room. She sat up at once, fearing for the worst just as she heard a knock. An old lady with gray-hair walked in. Behind her was a lanky man carrying a tray. The old lady smiled. “I thought I heard something.”

“W-where am I?” she asked, frightened.

“Don’t worry sweetie, we’re not here to hurt you. You gave us quite a fright there when you came through the bushes.” Embarrassed, she tried to slip off the bed. “I wouldn’t move if I were you. You are in a very bad shape.”

“But I have to go. I have to find a place to settle.” She said, not wanting to give away her true reason.

“You can stay here with me. I need some company. My grandson,” she turned the man, “is only here temporary. He’ll be living in a few days.”

Hope suddenly flooded her from within. “Can I?” The old lady nodded as she smiled her first smile in a long time.

(176 Words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
…and this is the end of a part for this story. I hope you have enjoyed this mini-serial and hope I can find a way to continue this in the future.

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