Closet Space


People never look up.


My family storms in, stomps around, looks left and right. Sometimes they search underneath the bed or stick their heads inside the closet. But they never look up.

That is why I hide here.

The climb is precarious but worth it. Curled up, comfortable, alone.

When they call, I get twitchy but I pull my arms tightly over my face.

Relaxation washes over me on this shelf in the corner of the closet. There are always soft things hereโ€”sweaters in the summer, beach towels in winter. I sigh. Knowing they will never find me.



Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

November 11, 2015 prompt: Comfort/Refuge – In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a place of comfort that is a refuge. Have funโ€ฆor go dark. Play with the idea of comfort and refuge.


Sarah Brentyn Reef 99 Words - sig


20 thoughts on “Closet Space

  1. Pingback: The Emoji Book Tag! | Rawls E. Fantasy

    • Oh, yes, they pull their cute, little furry arms tightly over their face, squeezing their paws together. It. Is. SO. Cute. ๐Ÿ™‚ Yes, I definitely tried to imply something then end with something else. Don’t know how well it worked but I figured, either way, I’d be happy. I didn’t mind which story the reader took away from this one. This is why I play with fiction here at the Reef. ๐Ÿ˜‰


  2. Pingback: Finding Comfort « Carrot Ranch Communications

    • Thanks, Sacha. โค I didn't know which direction this one was going in (and then the 99 words…) so figured I'd let readers interpret it however they did. But my first inclination was how you read it.


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