Posted by: DIYwriting | November 5, 2022

The Campground

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds 

I had finally done it. I had successfully built myself a home where no one could bother me. My camper was exactly what I needed in this stage of my life. I had spent the last weeks perfecting what clothes and items would fit and where they should live. The next step would be to finally write that one hit song I needed to reach the top. Once there, I would be able to die happy. If only the campers next to me had not overheard me singing, they would still be alive and thriving. Just like all my neighbors. 

More Friday Fictioneers stories can be found here.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Categories

%d bloggers like this: