It’s been just over a year now, but I somewhat randomly decided to look at this week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly writing challenge in which people pen stories of roughly 100 words inspired by a weekly photo. At first, the picture didn’t inspire anything, but then suddenly, something emerged…
The Way Out
Escape was hidden through a window that did not open, behind a mirror she could not enter. She stared at it for a long time before giving in. Make-up in place, teeth brushed, clothes that revealed the right amount of…everything. It’d be over so quick that it was all hardly worth it. Then there’d be a kiss, and a smile that was like money on the bedside table, all she’d take with her into the rest of the next day.
Once more, she stared at the backwards window, wondering what was out there and how to find it.