for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Solitudinarian and the limit, ninety words.
A solitudinarian, isolated from the frenzied existence of the townsfolk beyond. Her home, a wooden shack nestled in a wildwood. Everything she requires, desires, surrounds her. No need to talk. No one to hear.
In the silvery light of a misty dawn, her eyes are drawn to a hazy apparition rippling ‘midst the trees. A spirit maybe for ‘tis said spirits dwell in these woods.
Mesmerised, she wanders barefoot through quivering blades of dewy grass and into the mystical miasma.
What lies beyond only she knows. She, and she alone.