A 150 word story, just trying to get the creative thought process going again & because why not 🙂



Margaret walks down the hill of the street she calls home. The cobblestones glisten with moisture from the morning drizzle, the sky overcast, it is cold, but not bitterly so. Three-story redbrick terraced houses line the street, with only a few window shrubs to break the monotony.


As she walks she wonders; is there something more? What if there is somewhere else on this planet for her? What if there is some grand adventure she should embark on? She ponders exotic places she has only read about in books, maybe there is a handsome prince waiting for her there. She walks along, slowly, drifting in her daydream.


Behind her, the unmistakable sound of horse and cart on the cobbles wake her up. It is the coalman making his weekly deliveries, young Jack, always smiling. Unfortunately, this means she is late and so her daydreams, & Jack must wait for later. 

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