Sara’s challenge this week:
Freedom from an abusive relationship? Ten-minutes alone in the bathroom, away from your children? Moving out of your parent’s house? Freedom to vote? Freedom to choose? Freedom to accept and embrace your sexuality? Freedom to love or learn in an obtuse way? Freedom could be a pig let out of a pen, or a rescued dog. Perhaps a leaf, riding the back of a breeze…
This week’s challenge is the word: FREEDOM
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They thought he was asleep, but he was watching and learning their every move.
There were little ‘tells’ and he grew adept at recognising, understanding and anticipating them. Under the sleepy eyelids a calculating mind began to plan.
For now he was comfortable and looked after, so no need to rush.
The day of his freedom soon came though, a day which started as normally as any other, but this time he was ready when the door was left ajar.
He shot outside into the unknown and came to an abrupt halt.
What was this? It was cold and it was wet, even though the sun was shining.
He heard laughter behind him and realised they were all laughing at him.
How embarrassing. By now, the chill was going right through to the bone.
He turned tail and slunk back indoors to his warm cushion by the fire. There he fastidiously cleaned his paws to rid them of that horrible white stuff the humans call Snow.