Well, hello there. It is Thursday and I have a story for Friday Fictioneers. We gather each week to tell stories of 100 words or so according to a photo prompt. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Anyone can join in if so inclined. Here’s my 100 words.
It was a long ways down. Her hair fluttered across her face. The moving traffic below made her dizzy. She pulled back from the edge, stumbling. Her heart caught in her throat and she had to bend over to catch her breath.
Tears streamed down her face. She was not good for anything. No brains. No looks. No money. No courage. How was she going to face everyone, anyone? She was such a failure. Now what?
She stood and wiped her eyes and blew her nose. An anger rose in her. She had, still has something after all. Her stubbornness.
22 thoughts on “STILL SOMETHING”
Good for her. Stubbornness is a good …um…jumping off place. Well done.
Thanks Rochelle. I was happy to be able to write something. Now, if only I could sketch…
Too stubborn to die… good one! 🙂
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
Thumbs up for ‘stubborn’! I hope that realization brings her to understand her importance to the world!
Me, too. Thanks for reading and commenting.
A happy ending, thank goodness! If she is stubborn enough to believe her self worth, she’s got a great chance. Nice story.
Thanks, Jan! The world is so dark now. I like to have a bit of hope if only in my fiction.
Hope shines in your writing, your kind comments and the love reflected in Sheba’s eyes when she looks at you.
This is quite edgy….I’m glad she is stubborn!
After all nobody ever succeeded by giving up 🙂 good job
Good for her. Great emotion and resolution.
Thanks – for reading and commenting.
Stubbornness can come in handy sometimes. Nice story!
Thank you, Amy!
Well, thank reason for stubbornness! Well written piece.
Good for her. I hope that stubbornness makes her a fighter. Somewhere along the line some children lose confidence. Shame on anyone who causes that reaction. At some time someone has probably done that to the mental abuser and they just pass it on by hurting others. Good story and well written, Lily. —- Suzanne
Thank you so much, Suzanne.