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
Serenity Blues
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
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Dear Erin,
Your story hits me in a way I can’t really share. Well done and good to see you back. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
Very sensitive, I can relate. Good work.
You’ve made me wonder what the backstory is. The last line leads me to wonder if she’s a recovering alcoholic who has slipped off the wagon and is now climbing back on. In any case, the writing is sensitive and touches the heart.
Glad you’re back
Such a detached place to be, stark and sterile. Hoping she has the will to return to the living. Nice atmospheric tale.
This was beautiful writing, Erin.