It’s Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers to spin their tales of 100 words. I look eagerly for the photo prompt each week. Will it inspire a masterpiece from me or will it stump me? It’s always a challenge. Our host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Maryanne climbed up the ladder. It was her castle, her pie in the sky. She couldn’t believe her luck finding it. She piled her goodies in the corner, treasures she found in back alleys.
She sat down with a heavy sigh, letting her breath out with a big whoosh.
“I have a place for the winter!”
She pinched herself. It was still hard to believe. She rose in a daze. From the pile, she got faded blue curtains to put over the windows. The quilt was old, heavy and warm.
She sank to her knees. “Thank you God!” She whispered.