PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes
The wind blew her long, curly hair and she tilted her face upwards, breathing in the fresh air. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her. The birdsong represented a freedom she desperately yearned to attain for herself.
She had only an hour to indulge in the open air and determined to enjoy each nanosecond. Raising her binoculars, she scanned the reeds for birds hoping to spy a warbler or a bunting. Memories of her childhood spent bird-watching with her parents embraced her.
Never had she envisioned her future thus. Her destination ever receding, her escape impossible.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.