People talk about leaving all the time. They imagine themselves in the countryside somewhere, where the trees seem to shelter them from the real world. They’ve abandoned those office jobs and responsibilities, and they’re finally free.
Looking out across the evening waters now, though, trees on every side and a complete sense of isolation beginning to overwhelm me, I realise the cold, hard truth of the matter.
It’s a lovely idea, and perhaps it’s natural to want to escape from the stresses of a busy life, but, when it comes to it, it’s not so simple a thing – running away.
Word Count: 100
I know I haven’t taken part in this particular competition in a fair while now, but I often find that I want to fully engage with the photos that I use as prompts, and that’s not always possible to do with every photo.
Regardless, thank you so much for reading what is my latest attempt at Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge! I hope that you enjoyed this story; if you did, please feel free to like, comment, share, et cetera… et cetera… et cetera. Thanks again for stopping by, and please remember to click on the blue froggy to view more takes on this prompt.