100 Word Challenge
The permanent cycle
Flower kept to herself. People were draining, and often she found that her interests never sparked much from friends or family.
It was easier that way.
She did what she liked. She worked from home, tucked away in safety and comfort.
It was good.
It was lonely.
Flower would push down the feeling to reach out to another being. Sometimes she was successful. Otherwise she would force on some mascara and a bra, and go down to town only to return exhausted.
Like the eternal crashing of waves on the rocks below her home.
This was her life.
It was her cycle.