For Friday Fictioneers, writers respond to a prompt with 100 words or less. Thank you to Rochelle for providing the following photo prompt.
Roy had never liked home.
His life was shabby walls, chipped paint, a broken neighbourhood. They looked even more desolate in the face of luxury apartments across the bridge. Roy sometimes watched carefree lives being played out in houses of glass. At those times, home felt more foreign than ever.
One day he decided to leave. Paint cans and brushes in hand, Roy left the bleak surroundings for a land of crystal waters and clear skies, where tranquility hung heavy in the air.
That night, the delighted squeals of a pod of whales echoed in his ears as he slept.
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