Friday Fictioneer: The Stairs
Last time I stood here, I was 17. Mom tried to tell me, but I wouldn’t listen. I wanted my own life, my own adventures. So she left without me and I set out on my own.
At 25, I’m back. I realize Mom was right. Reality is far better than fantasy.
I started up the stairs. On the third step, the grass disappeared and the stone turned to marble.
On the fifth step, the castle came into view. My castle, where I will rule. I can only hope I’m a better person now than I was at 17.
Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.
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