Flash Fiction #19
She blinked as the blinding lights struck her eyes again and again…
Where was she?
What am I doing here?
Who am I?
Forgotten details buzzed in the white noise inside her head, lost to coherent thought and making her dizzy and confused. The lights struck at her again causing her to grip the railing next to her, she turned her head to notice the river below. Something about the calm looking waters below was comforting, appealing to her need to stifle the chaos inside her head.
A gentle hand touched her shoulder…
“Alright there miss?” a soft voice asked.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.