Five Sentence Fiction – Isolated

Lillie McFerrin Writes



He must have thought me a very strange creature and so with a wave of his hand I was dragged away to an isolated room far below the icy palace.

My cell had a tiny wooden bed frame lined with hay with only a piece of dirty fabric to keep me warm. There was an unlit fireplace dirty with soot and ash, and only one window, high above on the wall before me.

I sat in the corner beneath the window, where I could look at the iron door. I gathered my feet underneath me, refusing to let the cold drag me down further.


Follows the post before the king -> Before the King Registered & Protected 


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