A complete story, using only100 words. I am out of practice, but I want to start exercising my writing skills again.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff -Fields for hosting this group! Looking forward to reading this week’s entries!
Word count: 99
High above the city, the world glimmered far below. This apartment seemed like a great place to heal, but now felt like a prison. Ice and snow only enhanced her isolation.
Sighing, she turned from the window and vowed that tomorrow, she’d venture out. Maybe she’d make a snowball and remember what it was like to be alive.
The sun would rise, the world would turn, and spring would return. Her memories would fade like bruises, the damaged places mending eventually, leaving open the possibility of renewal.
Closing her eyes, she uttered the familiar prayer “God grant me…”
– Erin Leary