This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s picture prompt was provided by Jennifer Pendergast The challenge is to write a story within 100 words.
He awoke to sterile rooms and white-coated doctors.
After seven years adrift in a pleasant fog – waiting, always waiting – the haze dispersed with the awareness that it is time!
William fled the mental hospital as soon as possible. The doctors wanted him to remain, wanted to poke and prod until his condition was understood, but he knew he had to go. He had to go south.
He met Sophia on the train: a waif of a girl with scared eyes, driven by the same compulsion as he to reach an unknown destination.
At least they wouldn’t be reaching it alone.
Word Count: 100
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While I’m hoping this story works as a stand-alone, it’s actually a companion piece to Waiting, yesterday’s FFfAW story. This one may make a little more sense if you read that as well.