The secret hideout
I grabbed the things that I thought I would need and got into the car. I’d no destination in mind but I knew that I had to go away from the madness of the city. I needed peace to write my book. The mad rush of my daily routine didn’t let me concentrate on what I wanted to do. How wonderful it was during my childhood when I could go into that old barn at grandma’s place which was my not so secret hideout! Suddenly I knew where to go. This time it was going to be my secret hideout.
Word Count: 100
This post is written in response to the above picture prompt at Friday Fictioneers.
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