Friday Fictioneers: Comfort Zone

by Eena

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Photo copyright - David Stewart

The sofa was her favorite place on earth. Whenever Nancy plopped herself down on it she would promptly fall into her prince’s arms, a flurry of curls, ribbons, and lace. Grand wedding bells then signaled the start of their happily-ever-after and together they floated into the clouds, sashaying merrily into the sunset.

When the doorbell rang again, Mom called, “Honey, when are you going to get off your lazy ass and answer the door?”

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts writers all around the world who each week share an original story, prompted by a specific photo, in about 100 words. Lose yourself with the Friday Fictioneers over here!

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