Bright colours, morning to night. The lights are always on.
I’m alone here: I’ve been alone for as long as I can remember. I walk around freely but, with nothing new to see, I feel like I’m living in a fish bowl. But I’m not a fish. I look down at my red plaid pants, my shiny red shoes sticking out, and my neon pink shirt and I wonder, who the hell dressed me in this? Being alone, I am, by definition, autonomous in this land. Yet I have no control! I must inquire with the hand that draws me.
The Daily Post prompt word of the day is Autonomy.
4 thoughts on “Autonomy – The Daily Post – 100 word fiction”
What a great story!! you have inspired me to write one too:)
Oh cool! Thanks! I’ll have to come and check yours out. 😀
Your writing is sooo good!!
Awww, thank you. As is your poetry. 😀