(PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers)
‘Papa, there’s a mirror lying nearby. Can I take it?’
Papa huffed and puffed while moving his writing table inside the cabin. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and stepped outside.
I tried pulling his shirt’s sleeve, but my fist could only catch air.
Dragging the chair in, he shut the door. With his whole family gone in the fire, Papa wanted to escape from the city. So, he bought this cabin in the woods.
I sat crisscross applesauce on the grass, in front of the mirror. I could keep a watch on his cabin from here.
(WC: 98 Words)
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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