For ten years, he sat in his wheelchair and stared at the surrounding buildings and the busy street outside of his fifteenth floor apartment. For ten years, he didn’t eat, sleep, speak, or blink. It was like he’d turned to stone but the truth was, he was completely lost inside his body. He no longer knew who he was or where he was. She was his heart, mind, and soul. Without her, it was like half of him was gone. Without her, there was no way for him to survive. Without her, he was lost.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.