Four score and ten words

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.


23 thoughts on “Four score and ten words

  1. Christine Goodnough May 8, 2021 / 17:29

    Sounds iffy to me. I generally avoid miasmas — and for sure mystic ones. :0
    Good hook for a tale to tremble by.


  2. jenne49 May 8, 2021 / 19:43

    You make me think it’s a good spirit she found. Such a beautiful picture you conjure up here. Happy, sigh.

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    • Keith's Ramblings May 9, 2021 / 14:18

      That’s what I had in mind, but I thought I’d leave it to the reader to interpret it as they wished. Thanks, Jenne.

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  3. Marja May 10, 2021 / 02:46

    Beautiful and intriguing A very poetic story I enjoyed this a lot

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