I was born blind and raised on the outskirts of Chicago. A long
time ago, I frequently visited the park, enjoying the beautiful days,
feeling the precious sunlight on my face.
But here of late, that has all changed. After being robbed numerous
times, I stopped my daily walks. I even feared to simply go outside
for air. The thugs in the neighborhood ruled the streets. No one was
safe.
I made a choice to not live in fear anymore and again began
enjoying the park's solace. Hoodlums never stalked me since...
since the day I purchased...my seeing eye bear.
Writing Prompt |
Write a flash fiction story. 100 words exactly. Title not included in count. |
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100 Word Flash Fiction Contest Winner
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Author Notes
I created this silly pic myself from a couple different Google Images.
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