FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
She turned the key in her door, opened then closed it, and knew instantly something was terribly wrong.
She smelled fresh paint. Why? She turned and saw white walls, strange furniture. Not her home.
She flung the door open - another exact same door, yanked again - another.
She ran to a door across the room.
TO BE CONTINUEDPrayer Girl (Photo credit: doors by mrkillzo)
Flash Fiction Friday 55
is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one
and read the ones of your fellow writers.