(100-word flash fiction)
THE LATTICED WINDOW
She stood on the road and looked up at the latticed window, seeing it for the first time from the outside, thinking how beautiful it looked.
She had found herself on the inside one bleak, moonless night, a child bride at 13, an elderly man’s fifth wife. 16 years of hell had followed.
She had been imprisoned in the house, not been allowed to step outside, not even when her father died.
That’s when she had decided to escape. The others were fellow prisoners, all married to the jail-keeper. He had to go.
All it had taken was a pillow.
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100-word flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle’s . Written for the image prompt below -
THE LATTICED WINDOW
She stood on the road and looked up at the latticed window, seeing it for the first time from the outside, thinking how beautiful it looked.
She had found herself on the inside one bleak, moonless night, a child bride at 13, an elderly man’s fifth wife. 16 years of hell had followed.
She had been imprisoned in the house, not been allowed to step outside, not even when her father died.
That’s when she had decided to escape. The others were fellow prisoners, all married to the jail-keeper. He had to go.
All it had taken was a pillow.
~~~
100-word flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle’s . Written for the image prompt below -
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