Microfiction#Three Line Tales: Freedom

This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. The very unsettling photo is ยฉJace Grandinetti

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He hesitated, willing his muscles to keep still, not break into a run, though the guards must have discovered his empty cell by now.

The prison was a labyrinth of windowless corridors but he had found the way out, could see the outside world at the end of the maze of concrete blocks, and the blue sky above his head gave him hope.

He hesitated at the last section though the sun was breaking out from behind the clouds; the path was too empty, too silent…except for the unmistakable click of safety catches echoing inside each dark side alley.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

18 thoughts on “Microfiction#Three Line Tales: Freedom”

  1. Yes, there is the possibility that the safety latches are opening, not closing. I hope he finds freedom. Tho — he seems is a sympathetic character, we don’t know why he was/is imprisoned. Perhaps his escape is not a good thing.
    Very chilling, thriller of a 3 liner Jane.

      1. May be because “happy ending” is very difficult to define. That term ‘ending’ itself scary.

        Tragedy, however, makes one raise the eyebrows and leave behind some thoughts. Also, most of the times, we can connect some part of it to somewhere something that is known to us!

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