For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Eugene Lim via Unsplash
She wasn’t a star, the proof, less than a quarter of the seats were taken, but it meant she wasn’t quite so carefully watched.
When her time was up, she wouldn’t leave by the athlete’s tunnel, she’d leap the barrier and run for the spectator’s exit where they would have a car waiting to race her away to freedom.
Leaping the barrier was easy; only a handful of people noticed the girl in the mauve leotard running past the attendants and out of sight, and none of them heard the shot that got her in the back before she reached the stadium exit.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Lovely story
Thank you!
Thank you darling, however she is just a simple human… With an expiring period! However i don’t have a expiring period…
To be, or not to be immortal..
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I guess there was no freedom.
Almost.
Oh! Jane this awfully sharp. I hope it was fatal she would not have made a good invalid.💜💜
No, you’re right. Do you remember Superman? It seemed terrible for him—flying between planets one minute, lying in bed with your neck broken the next.
Yes it would be worse than death 💜
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Wow–I was not expecting that ending!
I wonder if it happens ever?
What?
That athletes are shot when they try to jump ship.
I don’t know. I guess it depends?
Since most of the really nasty dictatorships are friends of ours, we probably wouldn’t even hear about it.
Or they’ll just say they don’t know anything about it, and our leaders will say, “OK. I believe you.”
I believe my friends. My friends are the people who say what I want to believe. And it was ever thus.
Brilliant!
Thank you!