Lure of freedom

“The weather looks lovely outside.”

“The tales it carries from faraway lands may not be pleasant”, says Hazel as she fiddles with the remote flicking news channels.

He was fed up with being imprisoned … Yes, perhaps that is what an ultra-protected life means. He was fed up with being controlled by an almost invisible hand. His mother’s presence was always foreboding. She was never emotionally available.

“Yes, not pleasant for you, Ma… for the birds speak of freedom and an endless blue expanse. I cannot fly, but I’ll try … even if I fall flat on the ground – lifeless,”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers