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