I am part of a wonderful group called Friday Fictioneers. A photo prompt is given every Wednesday (like the one below) and we have until Friday to compose a 100 word essay. This is my contribution for this week.
Clare gave her the keys closing both hands around Allison’s. “Here just take them; you need this” she said looking into the eyes of her friend.
Allison went home and packed her bag, remembering the essentials: her notebooks, pencils, and four bottles of wine.
It was May and she had the beach to herself. During the day she would sit in the beach chair and feel the warmth and the breeze. She would listen to the waves crashing on the shore and she would write.
At night she would sip her wine and draw.
Clare was right, she needed this.