Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Jill Wiscoff for this week’s prompt. My story this week is a bit dark, much like the  night sky in the photograph.  

Photo Credit: Jill Wiscoff

April no longer knew what to do, so she did nothing but watch the empty darkness of the Manhattan skyline from her apartment window.

How can they go on as if nothing is wrong, she thought?

Don’t they know the world is not a safe place?

Gun violence.

Gang violence.


She had not always felt this way.

Once she was like them.

Bold. A free spirit.

Unaware of the dangers one faced when walking out their front door.

She hears a gentle knock and a familiar voice.

“Sweetheart, it’s Jack. Open the door.”

April froze.

Was it really?

31 thoughts on “Frozen

  1. Impressive flash! I bet there are a lot of people who feel like that in large cities. It reminds me of The Woman in the Window, which I recently read.

  2. Good writing, Susan. I really feel for April. Anxiety disorders are horrid and sometimes crippling. When I recovered from mine the relief was enormous. Hypnotherapy is a potent treatment for these disorders, even when they’ve progressed as far as the agoraphobia from which April suffers.

    1. Thanks Penny. I have a close family member who has severe anxiety. Her fear in public is having an anxiety attack so she doesn’t go out much at all. I’m happy to hear your treatment was successful.

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