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An Older Post – Freedom

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An Older Post – Freedom

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From 2016

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THE BIG ESCAPE

Turned loose in a large green field, the game players ran around willy-nilly. All the rules and regimentation were forgotten in this first taste of freedom. They shouted, and laughed, and kicked all the balls as hard as they wanted to.

There were no grown-ups telling them how to behave. Their uniforms became grass-stained, their shoes muddy, but they didn’t care. This was living!

After awhile they became tired and thirsty. This was a new feeling…uncomfortable. Looking around for an answer to their unanticipated quandary, they became worried. How would they get back home? Where was their home?

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Back at the activities center, John and Joe looked at the game table.

“What happened to all the little foosball men?” John asked.

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© 2021 BS

THE BIG ESCAPE – FFfAW – WEEK of AUGUST 9, 2016

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THE BIG ESCAPE – FFfAW – WEEK of AUGUST 9, 2016 photo-20160724072916278

This is my entry in the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo Challenge. We write a short piece of no more than 175 words about the photo provided.

To join in, and see other’s entries, click the link below:

FFfAW Challenge – Week of August 9, 2016

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photo by Yinglan

THE BIG ESCAPE

Turned loose in a large green field, the game players ran around willy-nilly. All the rules and regimentation were forgotten in this first taste of freedom. They shouted, and laughed, and kicked all the balls as hard as they wanted to.

There were no grown-ups telling them how to behave. Their uniforms became grass-stained, their shoes muddy, but they didn’t care. This was living!

After awhile they became tired and thirsty. This was a new feeling…uncomfortable. Looking around for an answer to their unanticipated quandary, they became worried. How would they get back home? Where was their home?

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Back at the activities center, John and Joe looked at the game table.

“What happened to all the little foosball men?” John asked.

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word count = 170

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS