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Save Me

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.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Word Count: 99
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See also round 2 of this weeks prompt here

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