Microfiction#Three Line Tales: Freedom

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

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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