Grey columns and grey tile: a hall of grey stretches on, its length to be measured in years.

Through this she marches on: scarred with winding scarlet, battered but unbowed, wrists bound in iron chains, eyes blazing bright.

She keeps her eyes fixed ever upon the light.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Jace Grandinetti for providing the prompt picture!


  1. Nick Anthony says:

    Very though provoking. You’ve captured a prisoner’s persona very well

    Liked by 1 person

  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Perfect last line. For where else is there hope!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I liked this take.. very well done.. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. […] Her Journey | livingauthorssociety  […]


  5. Joy Pixley says:

    Measured in years — gave me the sense of one of those Greek legends about immortals and their endless trials. I hope this is one of those stories where she actually does reach the end eventually. Well done!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. bikurgurl says:

    Keep pushing forward – Yes!

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s