for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Troglodyte and the limit, 95 words.
Her home, a shabby shack nestled in a wood, isolated from the frenzied existence of the townsfolk beyond. At one with the trees and creatures of the undergrowth.
All she needs, everything she desires surrounds her. No need to talk. No one to hear.
In the silvery light of a misty dawn, she stands in her doorway entranced by sparkling droplets of dew upon slender blades of grass quivering in the breeze.
A brumous haze ripples midst the hoary oaks. Mesmerised, barefoot, she ambles into the miasma.
The end? A new beginning. She alone knows.