Finding The Way

Ella had been lost for days.

Why had she made this deal with the devil?

But she knew she would take the deal again in a heartbeat. She would do anything for her family.

Yet, this never-ending maze was torturous. Exhausted, she dropped to her knees and let out a sob, which quickly turned into a desperate prayer.

Silence followed, then slowly her determination returned.

Getting to her feet, she navigated through the trees once more, arriving at a well-worn path.

Up ahead she saw an iron gate with the words “the way” written on it.

“Thanks”, she whispered.

The Way Gates – Image Credit – Keith Hardy

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wrought iron gate with the words “the way” written on it. There’s a path beyond the closed gate leading into a tree-lined lane

This 99-word story was written in response to Sadje’s WDYS #137 challenge.

The Road to Happiness

The road to the harbour was long and winding.

The old horse neighed, wearily.

I had to make it to the market on time.

Haggle with the headstrong marketers who ran the place.

Bring something back to provide for my family for the month.

Our budget was small and our needs great.

But the market was our best bet.

I yawned with the exhaustion of the early start, yearning for the break in the trees that signified the harbour would soon be in sight. Still, it would be worth it.

I would do anything for a happy, healthy family.

Winding Road – WDYS 135 by Keep it alive

Deb, over at Nope, Not Pam, has this weekly challenge called A Letter a Week. The only rule is that you use the letter of the week … anyway you want. She also supports the prompt with a place, an emotion, an adjective, a verb, and an animal all starting with the same letter, should you wish to use them. Then she asks us to write a post with the letter she has given us, which this week is the letter H. I have combined Deb’s post with Sadje’s WDYS Prompt – #135, using the image above to inspire the tale.

Gaining Control

He walked from the room, and she grabbed the closest thing to hand, throwing it at the door. He had not even glanced back as he walked away. The glass shattering forced her into action, she moved across the room and begin picking up the fragile pieces. Only one ragged piece remained large enough to see her glazed expression. The reflection taunted her, ganging up on her with the persistent voice that was in her head. Had she been good enough?

Gaaaaaahhh! She screamed aloud to no one. Actually, the scream felt great. She felt she was gaining control. Time to re-evaluate her taste in guys, this was the last one that would take her for granted!

Originally written in Response to

Sadje’s – WDYS – 134