The Right Time

She used to say bad people are exceptions in this world. But the third experience broke her. She came home crying, “I’m the exception in this world!”  I tried talking to her but there was only so much a roommate could do.

She locked herself in her art studio and called me one day. A barb-wired black and white globe sat atop a red bucket which she was going to replace with a red vase.

“Purged?” I asked. She just shrugged.

I wanted to hug her, shout “I am an exception too”, but it wasn’t the right time. There never came one.


Those are my 102 words for Friday Fictioneers this week. I just couldn’t trim it any further to bring it to 100!

Do let me know what you think of my post. I welcome constructive feedback, so feel free to throw in your two cents, I am here to learn.

Firday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.

Click here to get to the main post to catch up on the rules and also entries of very able writers!

This week’s prompt has been provided by Doug. I am very curious to know what was really going on there! Not an easy prompt by any stretch of imagination!

Friday Fictioneers Prompt

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