the forfeit for freedom

tell me a story

a secret within

painting pictures on clouds

making windows from stars

that stretch to the sun

in a spark of pursuit

on a misguided route

breaching every exclusion zone

airing out an artist’s attic

dusting off dreams

chasing that string

into the stars, we’ll swing

gathering those clusters together

into bouquets of brilliant balloons

finding the fun in forfeiting rules

for the freedom of feelings

that truly teaches us

to fly

It came in the mail

“Tommyyyyyyy,” hollered the housekeeper from the front door.

“Stop ya bellowin’,” his boots echoed on the wooden floorboards. “What, woman?”

“This came in the mail, got proper paperwork  everythin’.” She passed the envelope and pointed outside.

Tommy opened the packet, his eyes darted across the pages, then flicked to the open doorway. His frown deepened as his jaw locked tight.

“What’s it say?”

He cleared his throat, licked his lips, and stepped forwards, mumbling, “It’s time to stop being the villain of this tale.”

“What does that mean?”

“What do you have to say for yourself, boy?”

“Hello, father.”

 

(100 words)

 

from the flash fiction collection HOME SWEET ~ NOT!

HSN TW2

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