Living in that outdoor oubliette for twelve months was not always fun. It had good moments, like when the sun shined through the grate above my head. I got the hear the wind, the rustling of the tree leaves, the howling of dogs, the meowing of cats, even the songs of several shrikes. When the three vocalized in unison it did get rather discordant, although quite humorous to listen to.
It was not all fun, however. I’d been ankle-deep in water at one point. And in that cave, water took forever to evaporate. Nor shall I forget the day I was looking up at the sun when a big dollop of bird pooh fell from the sky. It was days before it rained enough I could wash my face.
I will never forget that winter, living in my outdoor oubliette and the experience of frost upon its stone.
150 words.
@LurchMunster
I wrote this little ditty for Jeffery Hollar‘s weekly Monday Mixer flash fiction challenge. Please, go read all the other entries in this week’s challenge. They are all well crafted.
My Soul's Tears 
Though there was a serious undertone here, you had me laughing out loud at the discordant animal noises and bird poop in the eye!! Terrific use of the prompts and great read!! 😉
Have you written a visual dare this week? If not use those steps from Angela’s picture prompt to lead your character out into the open and carry on the story!
A fascinating piece, and i enjoyed the humour…it does seem unfinished, as I really want to know why they’re there and will they ever escape!
12 months in an oubliette – yikes. I wonder why? With another prompt maybe we’ll find out?