Image courtesy of Shaktiki Sharma
I never wanted to stand out in the crowd; I was always happy in my tropical home among friends and family then one day I was plucked out of obscurity and taken to a pet shop, I am no Sponge Bob or Nemo, I have no family coming to my rescue I am alone. I made a break and that’s why I am sat here now alone at least I am in the sun, being prodded and handled by the passers by who are intrigued by my appearance and shape. I just wish I could find my way home.
Plucked from Obscurity Was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word story challenge inspired by a photo prompt. Hop over to Rochelle’s blog for instructions on how to join in.