“Marie, are you in here?”
“Shhhh… I’m meditating. Go away.”
Charming. I thought, closing the shed door and hurrying back to the warmth of the kitchen. I took a sip of her unwanted tea. Why she insisted on going out there at all hours was beyond me.
“I feel more at one with nature” she’d said the first time I’d found her there.
Then it happened. The security light flicked back on to reveal Marie tearing around the garden furiously brushing herself down. Her spider dance.
“I need a light in there” she muttered stomping past.
I couldn’t see her for tears.
Word Count: 102 (4 less than my initial post thanks to Sandra!)
I wrote this as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a short story (just 100 words) based on the photo prompt provided.
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