I’m 45 years old and what have I done? Everything and nothing.
Died. More times than I care to count. They always manage to bring me back to life.
But have I done what I truly want?
Have I reaped the benefits of a wealthy childhood? Have I earned my parents coveted pride?
I don’t need to reach into the silence to hear an overwhelming “no!”.
And here I am, sliding away on stolen booze in a ships cargo hold.
I plan to be good and drunk by time they find me. Maybe this time they won’t save me.
Word Count: 99
Joining back in with Friday Fictioneers
See also round 2 of this weeks prompt here
Sad. Glad it is fiction..
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Thank you!
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Sounds like they need saved in more ways than just being found in the ships cargo hold.
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Agreed. Thank you Iain
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That’s a cry for help for sure. They WILL save her again
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Thank you Neil
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This is a horror story. All in this poor person’s head. Good writing.
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It could be, thank you!
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This is heartbreaking. Let us hope they heed her call for help.
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Thank you
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A tragic tale of a life unfulfilled. and probably beyond help So sad.
Here’s my tale!
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Thank you Keith
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A vividly written and imaginative take on the photo prompt. Well done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you Susan
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