Fat raindrops rolled down the window pane accompanied by the ever present haze of city living. Ghosts of years gone by stood silently silhouetted against a dark, starless sky.
Lights from the spire sprinkled to life in a dazzling glaze. A gasp caught in her throat. The sign she had been waiting for.
Her Prince Charming casting a wide arching call for her to come.
She shoved the suitcase closed around three stuffed animals and a bag of Cheetos.
Fading photos, her momentos of a life forgotten, would have to stay behind.
The nurses quietly blocked her door.
PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff
A special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for wrangling in Friday Fictioneers.
I did a few of these then stopped for several weeks due to my work load (at my actual job and my grad school work). Luckily I’ve found myself with a slight bit of breathing room … or the possibility of killing men just watch them die if I didn’t get a chance to space out soon … So here I am.