Summer used to be on my great-grandmother’s house. A few miles from it there was a beach. It was a rocky beach and at the end of it there was a promontory that was covered up with water at high tide, leaving a few rocks surface like islands.
The last island was my hideout. I would walk there just before high tide and wait until water would isolate me from the beach.
Time passes and so does my great-grandmother. The house is sold and I don’t go back for several years.
Adulthood comes and life is tough. I have no one, I feel solitude. I want to hide again.
One day I’m on a business trip, driving by the beach of my childhood, and see that the promontory is for sale. For sale?
Well… I buy it. I build a fortress in there. That’s my new-old hideout. Forever mine now.
This post was written in response to the FFfAW Challenge of this week and the story contains 150 words.
Photo prompt provided by TJ Paris.
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Wouldn’t that be wonderful to really buy that place? I really liked your story. I could feel her emotion in your writing and that really pulled me in. The fourth paragraph really stood out to me. Excellent. Thank you for participating with FFfAW!
Good old memories!!
I like the emotions and I love this story 🙂
I love how the narrator gets to keep his hiding place in adulthood. I think he or she needs the solitude.
That’s a great story. It’s of great happiness if you get a piece from your childhood.
Great story…everyone needs a bit of a hideout sometime in their life! I like how you included the drawing with ‘her’ sitting in her hideout!