By the lake
The serene waters of the lake bore no resemblance to the storm of thoughts raging in her mind. But she loved looking at the waters of the lake. Because those were her few minutes of freedom, the only time when she got to see the outside world. How she longed to be out in the open and feel the chill of the blowing wind and the warmth of the sun. Earlier, she wasn’t allowed to step out because she was a girl. Now she couldn’t go out because she’d fought for her rights and lost her leg in the process.
Word Count: 100
Image Credits: CEAyr
This post is written in response to the above picture prompt at Friday Fictioneers
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