The sun was barely peaking over the horizon as Danny trudged along the path towards work. He only saw the lone daffodil pushing up from the ground because he’d had his gaze cast downwards.
‘Not even spring yet,” thought Danny. “An early riser, just like me.”
His job in the hospital laundry room was tedious, but finding work as an ex-con wasn’t easy. He knew he’d be paying for his mistakes for the rest of his life. He no longer lived behind bars, but his past was now his prison.
“Welcome to the world, little flower.” he nodded. “Stay strong.”
Word Count: 100
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]