Every day after school, I pass by the field covered with heather. I lay down and pretend that I’m in another world, where my step-father doesn’t exist.
27 Words
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.
Ohhhh… Respite from reality…
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Yes, especially when the reality is painful.
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Sad to need such a refuge when home is a place of pain, even trauma.
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Sigh. Too many need these kind of escape, and none should. And yet .. at least, if one must, may they be able to find respite in fields of heather …
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You’re right, these kinds of escapes should not be happening. It’s good that she has a place where she can go.
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Yeah. Not to minimize that it absolutely should NOT be happening in the first place!
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Oh, gee but I understand.
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Dear Adele,
Such a poignant heartbreaking story in only 27 words.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thank you. It’s sad that this is the reality for some girls.
Shalom,
Adele
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Another world. Interesting.
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Wow, this is brutal!
Well done.
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Yes, it is a brutal reality for some girls. Thanks, Ceayr.
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That’s a lot told (and unsaid) in 27 words, a sad story.
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