Friday Fictioneers is sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and end based on the photo prompt.
Goddammit. Nobody had said nothin’ about stairs. How was she gonna manage them with her breathing and all? That hadn’t cleared up neither.
What was that crap they’d fed her about ailments completely disappearing and being free of your broken body? That little shit of a daughter likely had something to do with this setup. She should have locked her in the closet for a longer spell after each whoopin’.
Lifting a naked foot onto the first stair, she broke into a coughing fit. Christ, it was gonna take 100 years to reach the light. She’d be dead all over again.