My first flash fiction attempt for the Friday Fictioneers using the photo prompt. I’ve not quite stuck to the 100 word limit but close!
The key in her hand suddenly felt heavy as she looked around the dark, empty hallway. She had never intended to return so soon after running away but here she was. A moth flitted against the one window of the staircase beating against the pane. Like her it wanted to escape. Like her it seemed it never would. Unwanted memories of the life she’d tried to leave flooded back. This time though she’d had a choice. It might not have been much of a choice but it had been hers. Whether she’d wanted it or not it seemed that now she would be forced to put down roots at last.