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Freedom
The sunrise that morning was especially brilliant. Such an odd day for them to find his mother hanging by a rope and his father’s brains spattered on the wall. They’d wonder who’d done what.
It hardly mattered, he decided.
He stuffed his clothes in a worn valise. In his hands, Shaun clutched the birthday card grandma sent him twelve years ago, when he was five – her address scribbled in pencil on the back. He slipped it into the pocket of his plaid flannel shirt.
No one could suspect him. Shit, they didn’t even know he existed.
Thus began the first day of his freedom.
Submitted in response to Monday Morning Writing Prompt: https://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/monday-morning-writing-prompt-flash-fiction-3/ I invite you to return to the original post to view other writer’s contributions.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
I agree with Mike. Powerful writing. I wished to thank you for your response, as well. Very kind of you. You do live to write and have now received another friend and fan. Many thanks and hope to hear from you again.
John
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a heart tugging story victoria, as always extremely beautiful. it painted a nostalgic pic in mind.
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Whoa! Chilling … Listening to too much news? 🙂
Nicely done. Thanks for your comments on mine. All fun.
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Ha! Probably. Or watching to many episodes of “Criminal Minds.”
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phew ! that was one of the most surprising twist i read !
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Startlingly imaginative. Very good write on this prompt. Loved it!
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OUCH!! The chills it gave me!!
I hope he DOES indeed find his freedom now..
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I enjoy your writing and have nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award! I hope you’ll accept. The award can be found at: http://marissamullins.com/wordpieces/
Blessings, Marissa
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Thank you, Marissa. I will try to post it soon. If not, know I accept gratefully in my heart!
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Yikes! Yep, that woke me up too! A seventeen year old that no one knows exists–except grandma. Watch out grandma! Gruesome…
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oh, gorgeous. Where does it go? Titilating! I found this site, trawling the net, thought you might like it, depending on how you write.
He has people on it who write short prose…kinda practise.
Anyway, here he is;
http://scribbla.wordpress.com/
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Okay, I’m awake now. Wow! That is one strong statement on freedom. One cannot read that without experiencing strong emotions. You touched a subject few would approach. I admire your courage in penning a gut grabbing poem.
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