I sent this photo to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her to use on her Friday Fictioneers 100-word fiction challenge, which I see she did. I thought it was a good photo prompt. However, I myself, being a lazy SOB, didn’t write any story to accompany it. OK, better late than never.
The light ahead was finally visible, within reach. Only a few steps more and Morris would be free. There was no going back. Steadily he advanced. His steps echoed eerily in the dark, dank subterranean passageway. Actually, to tell the truth, it was only a pedestrian underpass. It was a Thursday and Morris was going to the beach, and he had chanced upon this underpass that went under the Pacific Coast Highway. But never mind. Morris saw the passageway metaphorically. It was his pathway to freedom. Morris had always been a bit dramatic, an artist no less. Ah, freedom. Sweet freedom.
Ha – sounds like an imaginative child, although perhaps that’s what all artists are 🙂
This was great! Oh, I could use some of that beach freedom!
It’s true. The beach is great.
Dear Stephen,
A beach would be freedom to me…unless it was heavily populated. As for Morris, well you know how those artists are. BTW, it’s not Friday yet, you’re not late. 😉 And thanks for the great photo.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I resemble that remark!
Doing what Lazy SOB’s do best – keeping it real at all times.
That’s one way to bring a little excitement into his life!
I liked the sudden switch from the rather ominous description to the conversational “It was a Thursday and Morris was going to the beach…”
Thanks
Hey, I think I can relate to this. No harm in being dramatic at times. Keeps life interesting.
😉
How much does an artistic license cost and is there an exam?
You need to get injections, spayed or otherwise adjusted, checked for fleas. But no fee!
Freedom! He’s going to make it to the beach. Yay!! He must be an artist. 🙂
Hey!
Those damn artists, always so dramatic! lol
🙂
Morris wasn’t Mitty’s son, was he?
Walter had a son?
He had a wife, not a long stretch to have a son as well!