100 Word Story – Friday Fictioneers – The Tower of Dreams.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell


She grew up seeing that tower across the bay and it taunted her. The orphanage was on the seafront in the town of Ryde on the Isle of Wight. Everyone seemed to want to go to the Isle of Wight, on holidays and weekend breaks. She would see families walking along the pier or playing on the beach. Life seemed to torment her with things that were beyond her reach.

Finally, she’d saved up enough money and escaped the Island. She was standing at the Tower of her childhood dreams. This had represented everything to her as a child. Freedom.

[100 words]

This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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19 October 2018


Happy Saturday To Everyone

I am on a course today about coping with anxiety, so you won’t hear much from me today.

I just wanted to share with you this poem that I saw on a park bench in Godshill, Isle of Wight.

“The Kiss of the Sun for pardon

The Song of the Birds for mirth

One is nearer Gods heart in a garden

Than anywhere else on Earth”

I loved this poem because it certainly speaks to my soul.

I love nature and gardens and I always feel closer to the Divine in these places that I ever had practising ritual in Church.

I feel Gods Love there.

Have a lovely day.


[I respect all peoples of faith and of none]