Hello everyone! We meet again for another edition of Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week is kindly provided by David Stewart. If you would like to read the other stories inspired by this photo, click here
A World of her Own
Words 100
They banged the door, rang the bell but to no avail. She stayed locked in her tower.
How did she manage?
Food and other necessities were just a phone call away. When they came, she would drop the basket down. Once in a while, she would tiptoe out at night to take care of the garbage.
What about money?
She paid for them with her stories and articles. Internet data was affordable enough for her drama fix.
But why?
She didn’t want anything to do with people.
People who threw acid on her or the others who averted their eyes.
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A good one Dahlia. but sad. Wishing her freedom 😊
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Oh dear! Who can blame her for living this way? Well done, Dahlia.
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Thank you Dahlia
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it should work for the time being, but for how long i’m not sure. after all, humans are social beings.
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I think many of the GenZ are moving towards ‘their space’ Thanks for visiting plaridel.
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Oh no. I wasn’t expecting that. She made the right choice. People can be cruel.
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Thank you Joy for reading and commenting 😊 Love your name too!
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And what might she do when her fans come calling?
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A wonderful thought Neil. She will have to make adjustments I guess😊
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So sad that anyone has to hide from our often cruel society. Tracey
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We all hide in some way or another don’t we? Thanks for visiting Tracey😊
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So true, you’re welcome.
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I sometimes feel that way without the acid.
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Sometimes words and attitudes are like acid….
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So sad that her experience forced her to hide away. I hope the confidence comes back and she can show those people they didn’t bring her down. Very vivid.
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Thank you 🙂
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wow ! tough ending —
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At first glance- I was going to say she sounded a lot like me- but by the conclusion- I was glad we are very much not the same.
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Thank you Violet and I am glad we are not entirely like her
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Dahlia, my heart goes out to your MC. Can only imagine the scars she carries. I don’t blame her for distancing herself from humans beyond the necessities.
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Thank you Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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Dear Dahlia,
What a tragic story. Who could blame her for shutting herself away from people. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle
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I read this as a brilliant allegory for our times wherein the mob mentality is terrifying. Well told.
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Thank you 🙂
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