Friday Fictioners, a volume of fiction in 100words.
This week’s prompt is interesting as it reminds me of the many storms and monsoons I have experienced.
If this was a holiday snap, I hope that Brenda’s holiday went well despite the storm and they enjoyed the experience.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox
A Dash to Freedom
Mai Ling ordered black coffee.
The uprooted trees symbolised the turmoil in her thoughts, a burning itch of fire ants on her skin.
The bitter drink aggravated the snake coiled in her belly, a mixture of freedom with the dread of discovery.
Last night’s tempest thundered like a herd of stampeding buffalo battering the hotel with spears of rain, and the window crashed across the room.
She acted on impulse, a frenzied flash of angry until the bedsheets resembled an impressionist canvas of red.
Her cup rattled in the morning quiet.
The train departs at seven and she will travel alone.