It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Madison Woods‘ blog. This week’s photo is by Stacy Plowright. You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.


by Jan Brown

The little boy loved the balcony of his apartment. It was the only place he felt at peace. He couldn’t bear to be inside with his stepfather. The old man was always angry, always drunk, and always had something in his hand that could be used as a weapon: a beer bottle, a cigarette, a heavy ashtray, a belt.

The boy was just tall enough that he could put his chin on the balcony railing and look out over the beautiful trees in the park below. Against the horizon, he could see the skyline of the city and dream of his escape to a better world.



23 thoughts on “Escape

  1. Reminds me of a painting I recently saw of a city street with a half-wall covered in graffiti and obscenities, and this little boy had piled up books ’till he could see above and beyond the wall to a world of beauty, creativity, colors, and imagination.

  2. Poor kid – you depict the way he’s trapped but his mind is free so powerfully, i’m sure he will eventually escape for real.
    Personally, I thought the boy could use a name, to make him feel a bit more personable to the reader. The piece is clearly told by a narrator close to inside his head, so it seemed odd to me that we didn’t know his name. Just a thought.
    I’m over here –

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