[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
“I hate being alone,” Krissie said to the empty room.
The room was silent in it’s response. The wooden walls did not reply to her, even the guards who stood outside didn’t reply.
She looked up, at the tiny window that was in the leaf and wooden ceiling above her.
There was no songbirds, no life, nothing.
Just her, and her cell.
Alex.J.Cobalt 