Flee

FFfTPP January 22
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He wasn’t really running but his steps were heavy and purposeful. The sound of the gravel under his feet was strangely comforting where usually it grated on his nerves. In his soul, he was fleeing also. Trying to escape the realities of his messed up thoughts. The internal journey was the one that tore him to pieces.

 

How could he have trusted Larry? “Man, I’m tired of dealing. Tired of trying so hard to trust!”, he silently screamed.

 

The kids were playing outside when Melissa told him. Softly, she described how Larry had made suggestive comments to her. Larry had been persistent but so had she, in refusing. Finally, she chose to be transparent about it.

 

Walking was starting to calm him. The fresh air, the movement of his body were all serving to bring clarity. He didn’t really have any answers yet, but the fog of stress was lifting. He started focusing on all that he was grateful for. Beginning with having a wife that was trustworthy and sensitive. Thankfulness for the beauty around him and his adorable children. Oh yes, he had many blessings. The surety that, though it may be hard, they all would work through this. Somehow.

 

© Carol Campbell 2016

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner
https://rogershipp.wordpress.com

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https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2016/01/22/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-4-2016/

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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21 thoughts on “Flee”

  1. I like the lead in to the main point, took me in a different direction to what I was first thinking. So glad they have a relationship where they can tell each other things. Hopefully the ‘friend’ will no longer be in their lives.

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  2. Such a great take on the prompt! I could feel him processing the situation as he was walking. I was a walker too- for the same reasons. Walking would bring clarity. I usually had to begin with runnnnning! So that I could release the anger before I could think. Well told! So glad you could participate this week. Hope to hear from you in Week #5.

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