Thursday, August 19, 2010

CAUGHT - A 50 WORD PHOTOSTORY



He fell over in the middle of the labyrinth. They said it didn’t matter, but he stumbled again as he got up. For the rest of the week he felt lost. It was as if he was blindfolded. He dreamt of walking round. And round. There was no way out.

3 comments:

Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

'Like walking on eggshells, with her.'

'You're just being over-sensitive, surely?'

'No. Honestly. She plants these devices in conversations at our family dinners. Trips me up every time. Then she herds the rest of them 'til they have no choice but to see it all her way. She hates me.'

SARAH SALWAY said...

Amazing, Kathryn. You've said so much here - might be my favourite of yours so far.

Kathryn's Daily Writing Workout said...

Thanks, Sarah, that's very kind of you. I'm in a creative void at the moment and it's horrible!