Title: Small Town
Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Moist sheets clung to my body. The sun beat on me trying to turn my bruises lobster red. The oscillating fan set on high evaporated the perspiration and raised goosebumps as the artificial breeze swept across my body. I closed my eyes, tired of the heat, tired of this small town and the smaller minds that lived here. Small townspeople talked about everyone’s business and buried their secrets deep. I hid my secret well, so they would never guess why I left. I pulled the drapes across the window. Neither the sun nor that man would beat on me again.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Jo Hawk 
powerful! my skin tingled reading your words.
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Your words make me smile. Thank you.
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I’m assuming–hoping–she killed him. I hope she makes a clean getaway.
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I am afraid I ran out of allotted words before she had to make that decision. At least she has a plan.😈
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Dear Jo,
Powerful story with a lot between the lines.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you for the kind words and for the prompt.
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Such an evocative piece. Resonates with the reader. Thanks for sharing.
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So happy the story speaks to you. Thank you for the comment.
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You are welcome.
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Hard to be treated so badly that it came to this.
(I think the piece would have more impact if written in the present simple. It’s worth a try).
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Hmm. That is a thought and worthy of a rewrite. Thanks for the input 👍
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An emotion filled response. Good work.
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Thanks. I have been trying to work on emotional responses.
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You did it !
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Powerful piece.
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Thank you.
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Your descriptions are so good, I was totally focused on the story from start to finish.
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Thank you. I really appreciate your kind words. 😊
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Sometimes leaving is the only hope. Of course, as far as escaping from gossip mongers and other troublemakers, unfortunately they’re everywhere
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Yes, they are.
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