I sneaked off last week to Tenerife which was very relaxing, doing nothing was great for recharging my batteries. I missed you all, and only managed to see a few stories, intermittent Wi-Fi is my excuse. Thanks as always to Rochelle, a great wordsmith and leader and also to Marie Gail Stratford for her photo this week.
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100
Thoughts of Home
Bright lights lured her to the city.
Dreams of being feted as the next Supermodel filled every waking moment.
With other hopefuls, she pouted, strutted and posed on demand.
Her leather portfolio bought with birthday money, stuffed with photos so lovingly captured by Charlie, began to look scruffy as it was pawed over and scrutinised by agent after agent.
Two weeks without work, two weeks with little money left.
A photographer called her; she had something quite special.
Posing naked in a cellar, positioned like a piece of meat, she stared out through his bright lights and thought of home.