Jessica Chaffe

United Kingdom

Published Work

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

Glass Box

Glass is not freedom. It teases. Creates disappointment. Misery.

To see everything just beyond my reach. My hands pressed against the glass pane, willing above anything that it would break - for my chance. For my future to begin. But life is not always kind. I've watched others eventually pass through the glass- little by little creating cracks in this deceptive enclosure. I tried to follow - to be blocked not now by glass but by people. Those willing to go to enormous lengths to keep those like me away. To keep us trapped behind glass.

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

Glass Box

Glass is not freedom. It teases. Creates hope. Leads to disappointment. Misery.

To see everything, just beyond my reach. My hands pressed against the glass pane, willing above anything that it would break - for my chance. For my future to begin. But life is not always kind. I've watched others eventually pass through the glass- little by little creating cracks in this deceptive enclosure. I tried to follow - to be blocked not now by glass but by people. Those willing to go to enormous lengths to keep those like me away. To keep us trapped behind glass.