“Too much noise going on out there, and nothing more I can do about it, than what I’m already doing.” She clicked off the TV and tossed the remote on the scarred, stained coffee table. “I wish I had a remote to use on myself and my busy thoughts!”
Treetops tossed and shadows shook from the one small window in her third floor apartment; she watched them and received her answer. Pulling on her Teva sandals, their Velcro cracking encouragement, she grabbed her keys and slammed the door as she pounded down the steps to find that small wooded urban park just half a mile away.
Shelter was always best found when she left the indoors behind.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “SHELTER”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories