She hated it, her tiny prison cell. No friends could visit, she could never use a bathroom in private—she was forced to use a communal one. No sunshine during the day, no moonlight at night. No bedroom. She slept in a chair. No closet. No kitchen. Just a 5×4 room. Smaller than her dorm room bed, smaller than her closet back home.
But it was the only apartment she could afford in Brooklyn. And she just had to live in Brooklyn, it’s where all the cool people lived. So she suffered in her cell, and smiled as she wrote the address on her $1000 rent check.
Rent in Brooklyn NY is ridiculous—Worst Room comically documents the tiny closets they rent out for hundreds of dollars a month. The site is a good for a laugh (as long as you aren’t apartment hunting there).
Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday.