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The building had large plate windows on all sides with views onto the surrounding fields: yellowing knee high grass interlaced with poppies red as a fresh scald. A flash of black and white cut the yellow – a swallow skimming up gnats in its scalpel sharp beak.
‘What’s to stop me running?’ asked Nick.
The guard threw a rock that arced so high it vanished in the glare of the sun. ‘You can run,’ he said.
A bang. A shower of earth. A flutter of black and white feathers.
‘But remember freedom is a state of mind, son.’
Written for Nortina’s Moral Mondays. See the moral – this week being Freedom is a state of mind – and write 100 words or fewer to go along with it. See here for full Ts and Cs, people.
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WoW! Powerful imagery!,” she exclaimed.
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Thank you. Short and not so sweet 🙂
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Beautifully explored, so well done…
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Thanks Michael 🙂
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Poor bird. Fantastic detail, I can see and hear it happening. Fab job, Lynn!
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Thanks so much, Sonya. Lovely, especially coming from a talented lady such as yourself 🙂
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Disturbingly visual. Almost like the guard is teasing him. Dangling freedom/hope in front of his face, and shattering it with one shot. Scary thing, but great writing!
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Thanks so much, Nortina. I enjoyed this one – not a happy story, but a satisfying one for me anyway 🙂
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