Vagabond dreams

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Clive dusted his hands. “All done for today. Your entire life in one small unit.”

“A unit with the dimensions of a grave.” Asiya quipped. She forced a smile.

“You know, I have a spare mattress at home, if you ever…”

“Oh! that’s okay. I’m staying with a friend.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, said goodbye and left. She didn’t think he believed her.

She made sure he was gone. Then she unlocked the door to the storage unit, walked through it and locked it behind her.

She hid behind her piano and settled in for the night.

100 words

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Submit your flash fiction to the gods by clicking on the blue frog.

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38 thoughts on “Vagabond dreams

    1. Her backstory is she left home to make it in the music business and has not yet succeeded. And now is homeless. And maybe too proud to depend on friends. Although I think she could have taken Clive up on his offer. Thank you, Darnell.

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      1. Yes I thought so. I didnt want to jump to conclusions though. It must bring back memories. Some people live in their cars too if they have one. Hopefully, you are settled these days.

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      2. I am, thankfully. Such experiences do serve to teach one what is truly important in life. You can live without most of the “stuff” that you think you need. A simpler lifestyle and more joy included.

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