This tiny piece was written in response to Lillie McFerrin's Five-Sentence Fiction challenge, Bliss. I loved the photo that accompanied this prompt, but I went in another, jokier direction.
An Achievable Bliss
“You know what would be amazing?” she asked, leaning forward across the small, glossy café table. The woman on the other side of the table smirked and shook her head slightly, shrugging.
“Four hours in a room with a bed, a book, and nothing else to do but read.”
“I think that’s called a holding cell.”
“Oh, right,” she sighed dreamily, sipping her chai.