She flies…

This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.

She flies…

No one trusts me. I’ve been telling them, that she flies.

“John…? John, please come for dinner.”

They brought me here. They think am mad. But I see her flying everyday. This is her cell, She sleeps here with me, she sits beside me and hums to me. Beautiful and serene, her presence is conspicuous. She jumps from that high window….and flies…flies to the setting horizon, everyday.

“John don’t make me come in…step out. Fast…”

“Look there she is, call her for dinner too…please nurse.”

“Kate is dead John, there’s no one here.”

The prompt image

Find the featured image here.


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