For Friday Fictioneers, writers respond to a prompt with 100 words or less. Thank you as usual to Rochelle for providing the following photo prompt.
Dome of Branches
Lucille gazed up at the sky. It helped her forget the stiffness in her limbs. Today, the clouds were silvery islands on inky water. A hesitant moon hid underneath, shy but luminous. There were stars, if she searched. Above all, tree branches hovered.
Lucille had always been watched over by trees. Although she faced a vast expanse, her world was confined to a dome of branches.
Sometimes the ground jerked upwards and the air rippled. Shards of glistening plastic rained down on her.
A child’s laughter. “Look! Look at the pretty snowglobe!”
Lucille just gazed up at the sky.