This Flash Fiction was written in response to the #TwitterTales picture prompt.
Lost
‘Take shelter in the hut.’
The hand pointed towards the snowstorm.
She couldn’t feel her limbs. ‘I can’t move. I’m dying.’
‘Not if you reach the light in the hut.’
So she crawled to the light she couldn’t see, struggling to reach the hut that wasn’t there.
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Rereading Jane Eyre 
That’s deep.
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My present mood is reflected.
A bit sombre/existentialist. It hapoe6s to me now and again.
I hope to snap out of it soon!
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I hope so too. Don’t dwell in the darkness too long.
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This is so interesting, Luccia. It leaves a lot to the imagination.
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Thank you, Robbie. It’s amazing what you can do with 280 characters!
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Makes me wonder – great flash!
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Thank you!
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Piques your interest for sure!
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Sometimes life can feel like a search for shelter in the storm. Sometimes the shelter is in the storm.
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Exactly, ‘sometimes the shelter is the storm’ and you need to travel through it to reach the other side, there’s no other way…
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Oy! Didn’t see that coming! Reminds me of the ending of the movie “All is Lost.” Love it!
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Thank you!
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