Rolling over and seeking comfort, somewhere to rest to relax a weary behind.
Nothing sucks the life out of you like a journey fraught with multiple layers of tension.
They warned me not to get blown over; but they forgot to mention its ability to sorely test my resistance.
“Let me in.” It howled.
“No.” I squeaked, fear rippling through my being.
Bellowing twice as hard, it shook my core “Let me in now.”
“No,” Whispered my trembling walls.
It huffed, it puffed; broke down my defences by the sheer fervour of its focus.
The blame was laid solely on my shores.
My credibility as a once peaceful and nurturing being was shattered by the wave.
I am tossed and turned by every wind, a body of water pushed beyond its limit.
I think that’s a body of water outside the window right?
A bit over the word count. Sorrryyyy.
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by our very own Rochelle and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.