The cold and wet was seeping through her slippers, but she didn’t care. The chair was hard and uncomfortable, but she could endure it. She knew. She knew this would be her last chance to see the sun rise over her particular piece of horizon. Her last chance to see the dawn of a brand new day and wonder what it may bring.
She knew what this day would bring, though. She also knew that her family would be cross with her when they found her, frozen on her chair instead of inside in her warm bed.
Word count: 97
The idea for Friday Fictioneers is simple: see the picture, use it as inspiration for a 100-word piece of flash fiction, post it on your blog, share the link over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ website, check out and comment on everyone else’s stories. Easy peasy!