Very best wishes to Elmo on the newest addition to Clan Fictioneer. Baby D is adorable! As ever, thanks to our gracious hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and thanks to you, my guest, for reading and sharing. Your comments and criticisms are welcome.
Photo Prompt © C. Hase
Anchor’s A Way – 100 Words
I don’t remember any crime, save that of thinking.
I don’t remember riding an anchor to the bottom of this pit. The sky shines yet, a blue disc far above my head. Daily, the sun streaks past, and for the briefest breath I see the light, if only I can bear to raise my eyes.
I hear voices above, distant whispers as elusive as the sun. Do they miss me? Hate me? Are they better off without me?
Until a voiceless whisper floats down along a sunbeam. “Your chain is a ladder.”
I take hold, raise my eyes, and climb.
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