W for Whiskey

She would never see any of this again. All of the carefully selected tools, clothes, lamps, and books. Not a single item would be spared. She despised the man who slapped away her hand and stared in her eyes long enough to remember exactly what they looked like.

She hated them all. All those wealthy people on the streets, people with proper homes and jobs. Feigned, fake and insincere conversations.

Here in her little shed she had always felt safe. Safe enough to sleep through the nights and know that her treasures would never be found.

Until the guy recognised her, when she had tried to rob him. She had been sentenced to go to prison and all of this would go to the scrapyard. She dropped to a chair and downed a whiskey, when they came pounding on her door.

© 2016

Friday Fictioneers, 29 April 2016

Photo prompt provided by Mary Shipman


20 responses to “W for Whiskey”

  1. at least she did not have a petticoat tied around her neck, jumping to her death. Prison is not forever.

    1. True, that would have been much worse. Thanks for reading!

  2. She seems a complex individual, who can give you so much more to write about. Her story might be very complex. Love the picture you painted

    1. She’s definitely not your usual individual, and I suspect her life must be very complex too.. The reasons for robbing are another thing to consider.. Thank you for the kind words!

  3. Well … there ya go. It all catches up with you sooner or later.

    1. It’s certainly not a “job” you can stick with forever… Thanks for reading!

  4. Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.

  5. Josslyn Rae Turner

    Great story! You were able to get into her deep thoughts in 100 words. 🙂

    1. Perhaps it was a tad longer than 100 words… Thank you! 🙂

      1. Josslyn Rae Turner

        You’re welcome! 🙂

  6. There is only a brief moment to savor the last moments… why not with a whiskey?

    1. Last chance at having one before prison… Thanks for reading!

  7. That lifestyle can only last so long… Why not a whiskey for the road!

    1. So true! Thanks for reading 🙂

  8. I have mixed feelings on this. On one hand, I feel sorry for her because she doesn’t have many options in life. I’m doubted she has much education, and her attitude certainly limits her. On the other hand, she’s a thief and she is receiving just punishment for being one. But I still think it’s an unfortunate tale. Well written Felicia. I always enjoy your variety of takes on prompts.

    1. You’re right, I feel sorry for her too. At least to a certain extent. She is the one responsible for her fate, and thievery is definitely wrong in every way. Yet somehow she can’t seem to do anything to change her lifestyle either.. Perhaps she will leave prison a changed person, and hopefully for the better! Thank you – I always greatly appreciate your kind words!

  9. For me you’ve painted a sympathetic character trying (and failing) to live outside of things. I think we all want to hide away in that little shed sometimes.

    1. You’re right. Aside from her morally incorrect robbing, no one wants the things we hang on to so tightly to be discarded of so easily. And such a shed gives you comfort from the day to day life. It’s certainly a place one would love to hide in, if not all the time, then at least every once in a while.

  10. Hope the whiskey is enough to wash away her pain.

    1. I doubt it’s enough to wash away the pain of losing everything she ever owned plus going to prison – though I hope so too! Thanks for reading 🙂

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