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My stroy

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“Take all the time you want,” he said encouragingly, pushing the paper and pen along with it, towards me.
If only I had time, I thought.
I knew I had to do this soon, if not right away. So, after years of hiding behind silence, I wrote the story all wanted to hear,but not the truth.

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Written for Twittering tales ( story in 280 characters or less, based on image )

Escape

Photo by Blair Fraser on Unsplash

The picture was all over the news – plane with about 300+ people aboard crashed in the middle of nowhere, a few minutes before landing.
Anu looked at the images, a dazed look in her eyes.
Their last conversation kept flashing before her eyes – they had argued about the way to handle the current mess.
“I do not want to run, Anu. We can not run away forever, can we?”, he had almost begged her to stay with him.
And she had, she had been sitting outside the airport as the plane left and later crashed.
She was glad she did not meet this fate, this kind of escape from life.

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Inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction (image) and Six Sentence Story (word: escape)

Path to freedom

She remembered the first time she walked this path. In the middle of nowhere, she had randomly stopped at this field and taken a walk on the dusty road. She had truly felt free in that moment. She had escaped a bad relationship, an exhausting job, and struggles with ideas of self-value.

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This path had beckoned to her mad desire to be break free from everything and everyone. She had returned to this place every year since the first time.

But today, She was not alone. She had no desire to walk the road to feel free. She had found the anchor to her desires and the wind to her flight in him. Soon she would walk the aisle with him.

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Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge #95 (Eleutheromania – intense desire for freedom) and Crimson’s Creative Challenge #35 (Image prompt)

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Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com
Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com

They were lost in the conversation, whatever, or whoever, it was about.

He was curious to know, but he knew better than to ask.

He had learned this part of hanging out with the ladies from early on – He was good to be passed the secret recipes, but not other’s secrets. Not yet.

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Written for Twittering Tales #144 (Photo prompt / Write a story in 280 character or less)

The deal

“It is the age of limited time offers , the flashy deals.. How will you find meaning to your life and relationships if you keep running behind one thing after another ?” , Said my grandmother, obviously throwing that question at me specifically.

“You do realize you are asking me to let go of my career here to be with the guy who has decided to chase his dreams thousand miles away from me” , I complained in even higher pitch.

“I am asking if you want to chance a life with the guy who has stood with you when you wanted to flee or want to keep running like these useless sales at the mall ! Limited time offer, my dear” , she said with a finality and that sealed the decision for me.

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Inspired by Three line tales

Walk of shame ..

Bestie : Why are you walking like this ?
Me : like what ?
B : Umm.. like different ..
M *obviously panicking* : different .. ha ha .. no , no , not at all.
B: Nopes, I know your walk. This is not you. Oh my god , did you ?
M *pretending hard to ignore*
B: Oh yes , you did. You did it again.
M: I did nothing.
B : What’s the count this time ? How was it , tell now !
M *giving up* : I lost a drunk bet for 100 squats. I can’t wait to get my thighs back to normal now.
B: Don’t. I like your slow walk. I have to run in my heels otherwise to catch up !
M: You are a sadist, you know !
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This post is written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge. And slightly true event with me ????