It is Friday. Once again it is time for Friday Fictioneers and our tales from our imaginations. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Here is my story this week of 100 words.
She felt the world on her back, pushing her forward. Head down, stooping over, she trudged one step at a time. Her shoes felt like lead. She was trapped by an invisible wall.
She dared not go too fast, lest she overstepped her boundaries. One wrong move in any direction could end it all. She spun around in her tracks, looking for an escape route.
The wind blew the skirt around her legs. She tugged the hat down on her head, clutching the heavy hammer with her other hand.
“Help.” She whimpered. Silence rebounded.
“Help!” She screamed into the void.