Living Quarters.

Photo Prompt © J Hardy Carroll

She lay there motionless on the cold, bare kitchen floor, staring up at the utensils. The morning light was just starting to make it’s way through the grim covered skylight. She had found this small place for herself and made it her own. But these little quarters that she had considered her sanctuary for so many months, had changed overnight.

The hushed silence came to an end as he made his way down the stairs to brew his morning coffee. She tried to move her bruised body, but she wasn’t strong enough. She would endure the pain once again.

Word Count : 99

This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by the wonderful Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.

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