“My door will always be open for you. Promise!”, he said looking purer than untrodden snow.
It warmed her heart.
On a dark day of her life, she took a taxi to the address he had given. The neighbourhood didn’t look promising. It was not that the grass was not greener…there was no grass for miles.
Undaunted, hopeful, she got out paying the hefty taxi fare, emptying her purse.
“The door is so high! How can I get in? Help!”, she pleaded, shivering, seeking safety, still hoping.
“It’s your problem, you don’t measure up”, he said coldly from above.
The above 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week. Photo prompt copyright Lauren Moscato.
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