She's elemental; lives for the sun on her neck, earth beneath her feet, and rain in her hair... She craves the freedom of stars, birds, rivers, and fish. Consoles herself with memories of daisy chains and hilltop rainbows.
The clink of metal on metal doesn't disturb her. The murmurs behind the walls remind her of distant films.
— couldn't believe my eyes…
— was all curled up in the corner...
— took all of them; by rights she should be-
She smiles, knows better — pities them, pinned to their constraint. She tilts her chin to the sky, closes her eyes... spins into the wind.
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Someone gave me a writing prompt — 100 words including the phrase “I couldn't believe my eyes”. (This is 100wds in Word -- Fictionaut's word count differs?)
Huge thanks to Myra King for including it in her Editor's Eye blog post.