The glass patio doors had been opened wide, but the room was stuffy. Eliza was held prisoner by tradition for appearances and her parents’ reputation. They were very much aware that she strongly disliked their current company, and that she had made previous plans with a friend. Yet, here she sat, amongst conversation that excluded her in its topics and jargon.
“What a wonderful meal!” their guest declared.
“Just wait until we pull out the dessert,” her mother winked.
“I’ll go get it,” Eliza offered, standing up. In the kitchen, she was finally free to drop her fake smile.
Inspired by this prompt from the Carrot Ranch Literary Community: In 99 words (no more, no less), write an escape. It can be daring or subtle. Who is escaping from what and why? Go where the prompt leads!