‘Tis a beautiful Wednesday. Sun is shining but still bitterly cold. Spring, eh? Riiiiight….
So, what better to bring our spirits up than to participate in Friday Fictioneers! This lovely image was provided by J.Hardy Carroll and chosen by our hostess with the mostest, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. What does this picture make you think of? Why not share that in 1oo words by clicking on the Blue Frog below and adding your version?
Genre: Fiction (ish)
Word count: ALWAYS 100
Don’t Fence Me In
I need wide open spaces.
You can’t get around alone anymore.
So. I still need to breathe.
So do I. And I can’t here.
This is my home. I don’t want to leave it!
It was our home. We have no choice. We can no longer handle it alone.
I can’t even decide for myself now? Have I no say?
Yes, you can decide to stay. I, however, will not. I’m tired. I miss my family, who want to help us.
Tears in his eyes, his good side slumped to the now-defunct side. I know, It’s what we must do.