What means life? (Friday Fictioneers)
A shuddering stretch, trembling, inching slowly down. Down was wrong. Should be up. Up is where the warmth is, but to escape… must go down. Stuck here too long. Too dark, too cold. Must go to live.
Crawling, reaching further. No soft moist soil, no answering cry or greeting from quivering blades of green. Must go. A sucking sound and the grip holding it in the too small prison let’s go. White, naked limbs flail as it falls to the hard, unforgiving surface below. Creeping forward. Clawing, dragging. Clear glass it cannot breach. A latch. Stretch and twist tug.
Freedom.
This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt
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Word count: 100
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Rambles, writing and amusing musings 
Cleverly done, Laurie.
thank you Neil
Loved this sparse and vivid writing! Well done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
thank you so much
The great escape. The question is…now what?! 🙂
Thanks Iain… What new adventure lies in store?
Loved the flow of this, kept drawing me down with it. 🙂
thank you so much
I was finding myself stretching in help!
Once freedom is reached, then what?
It’s a good question Dale, I imagine victory is launching into the garden, burrowing into the earth and planting roots.
You had me reaching out too! A brilliant take on the prompt Laurie.
My story – Billy and me!
Thanks Keith… keep stretching 😊
Nature has a way of escaping mans’ prison. I liked the internalisation of the plant’s determination.
In time absolutely. Thank you
Dear Laurie,
Quite a stretch need to escape. I felt the reaching and desire for freedom. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. It’s a great photo this week.
Very vivid. The emotions flow through.
Thank you!
What an agonizing escape. Now I’m feeling sorry for the poor plant. I’m glad it made it to freedom. Great descriptions, Laurie. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you, Suzanne
🙂 — Suzanne
Escaping isn’t easy… but freedom an agonizing journey is the price to pay
Indeed, one only hopes it is better on the other side
Imagining all of this is going on while the human is sleeping. Glad it got away from its prison.
Me too. Sad to imagine it so unhappy
Descriptive, visual writing. Creepy main character 🙂
Thank you 😊