Cross roads.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”

A lot had changed over the last 10 years, the shy 16 year old that had arrived on the boat thin as a reef, clad in a thin piece of material and shivering within an inch of her life was long gone.

She was now a voluptuous Amazon beauty; sought after by many accessible only to men of noble birth, power and unthinkable wealth. If you had one and not the other your dreams of Ariana were bound to remain just that…dreams.

She loathed herself; this was the very life she had tried to escape.

Was this really her destiny? Was there no escape for her? She had been to places many only dreamt of but she had also done things many would also heave at.

“What do you think of my beach house?”,

“Its lovely,” she replied but in her mind she wished him dead.

In response to Monday finish the story writing challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham. We are provided with the picture, the opening line and asked to finish the story in 100-150 words. Click on the link to read other interesting stories.

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12 thoughts on “Cross roads.

  1. Good story, CAH. Looks like she needs to start over again, but has been forced into serving others. The sad thing is, one day no one will want her. It looks like she doesn’t benefit from the life. She’s being used. Well done. — Suzanne

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