There’s No Place Like The Road

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

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 Copyright –   Roger Bultot

The old blanket feels harsh against my skin as I lay perfectly still to avoid unpleasant sound of shrieking bed springs. The mosquito net is suffocating me, although I can spot more than few large holes mocking me.

My hosts are pleasant enough, the food is excellent and my room is not the worst I’ve been to. And the weather…the weather is not on my side.

But I am simultaneously suffocating and drowning. With one swift move I am off the bed, hoping the heavy rain will conceal my exit.

I’ll try harder next time.

53 thoughts on “There’s No Place Like The Road”

  13. This is excellent. The kind of flash fiction I love to read, wondering how you got this story from this photo prompt. This makes me think because like the start of a book or movie I wonder where this will go.

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    • Very kind words, indeed. Thank you, Ted.
      As for the inspiration, It was so simple…in one half of the photo I saw crowded spaces, our tiny little boxes where we spend most of our lives…and then I saw the other half…rebelious, free, limitless, where only few of those restless souls venture without fear of solitude and without desire for everyday comfort.

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    • The song ties up with the traveler theme of my story, Deep Forest was inspired by traditional gipsy songs and this one in particular has its origins in Hungary.
      There is a line in a song that I see as a description of a free spirit that can’t be tamed: “Three measures of red ribbon is not enough to measure me around”.

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