Onye rolled in dirty gritty slime. She locked herself in this dark space, devoid of air, every time she remembered his hands on her body.
She peered through the thick storm windows at the other Onye, her hands lingering on the frame. Unable to reach her, she could only wish she was her as she watched herself run through the storm, bright and happy, air blowing through her hair with abandon. She could almost smell the fragrance from newly bloomed flowers and the spring tinkling where she was headed. Almost. Alas, she was locked in here.
❤Aweni
This post was inspired by Carrot ranch literary community November 14, 2019: Flash Fiction Challenge
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using storm windows. It can be literal on a house, but also consider other portals, even spaceships or submarines. Can you make it into something new or build a story around something historical? Go where the prompt leads!
Aweni 
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😀😊. It’s flash fiction. So no more, I’m sorry😄😁. Thank you for taking the time to drop a comment. Much appreciated.
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Well done, Aweni! I appreciate how you used a storm window to separate the character’s ability to see herself as she was before something tragic happened. It shows how tradgedy sets a person a part inside.
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Thank you Charli for your kind comment.😊
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Well done, Aweni, this is a great piece.
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Thank you very much Robbie! 😊
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