For this weeks Warmup Wednesday we had to write a 100 word story about the following prompt that ended with the word peace:
Brooklyn Bridge Evening Security. PD photo by Skeeze.
Abundance
I used to think the soldiers kept the likes of me out. If only I’d known. I lied and cheated my way across the bridge, to the island of plenty. I thought it was nirvana, but I was wrong. Back home, we shared what little we had. We banded together, because that’s what you did to survive. Here on the island we have everything, more than enough, but the people living here want it all for themselves. I lie awake at night, afraid to lose everything. I wish I could go back home, to the place with nothing but peace.
