Prompt: A Support Group Meeting
Words: novelist, fountain, snow, lady, pastoral, communicate, scene, sprout, carve, whisper
Colleen scanned the area, making sure no one saw her approach the fountain. This was no place for a lady or, so she was told. Good thing she was no “lady”. The scene was nearly pastoral with snow gently falling and covering the harsh-edged reality with a patina of innocence.
She pulled in a deep breath and pushed down the fear. She double-checked the address on the scrap of paper, plucked up her courage and stepped through the darkened doorway.
Sickly yellow light carved harsh shadows on cracked tile and stained beige walls. She followed the corridor to the crossroads then followed the whispers. She paused outside the door, hand hovering over the handle. She couldn’t bring herself to take the final step to open it, but she’d come this far. She took the final step.
Heads turned her way as she came in. For a moment she felt like she’d sprouted a second head. She let the thought pass as she joined the circle. At a nod from someone who seemed to be in charge. She swallowed.
“My name is Colleen, and I’m a novelist.”
“Hi, Collen,” the group chorused.
“I have a need to communicate through fiction stories.” Nods of encouragement let her know she was not alone.
Word Count: 210