By Ariffa Hosein
The glass door clicks behind her as she glances over her shoulder. A wall of glossy mirrors stare back.
“Welcome,” a handsome man says.
She blushes.
“Let’s take a tour.” He pulls her hand, showing her the sights. Vineyards, gardens, pastures. On the beach they gaze at youthful, healthy visitors.
“Utopia,” she whispers, closing her eyes.
“No work. No stress.”
On a silk blanket, they fall asleep to cresting waves.
Her squawking conscience wakes her. You need your work. Stress is your motivation.
She runs for the glass-mirrored wall, scratching at the door. No one comes. No one lets her out.
Clever word-play: “Miss Fortune”
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What an imagination. Keep up the good work.
Thanks, I appreciate your encouragement!
Wonderful! So many things not said. A well-crafted story.
Thanks for your feedback, Meghashri!