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He never meant to be a burden, but had been from his unwanted birth ‘til that day.
…so off he went ….
His mother couldn’t cope, poor soul. No fault of hers. other couldn’t cope, poor soul. .
…climbed the fence, crossed the field…
He’d reached out to touch her heart, but in vain.
…down a lane, entered a wood…
Best to leave. His heavy load would be lifted from her shoulders.
…up a slope, over some rocks…
By sundown, he’d be far away, in another place.
…along a narrowing track…
At last he’d given her something. Her freedom.
…then lost his way at...
The end..
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © A member of the Fields Family who didn’t care to be Identified..
A bonus, two stories in one, well done, I like the format………and the story.
Deeply profound. A sad plight to be unwanted.
Very cleverly done, sir!
What an intriguing mix of story lines!
well done and the lost his way bit –
Well done, Keith. I loved the nursery rhyme quality to this
Compelling presentation. I could feel the tragedy in those words.
Keith, it breaks my heart to think of a kid believing this way. I hope he finds his way to the kindness and generosity of others.
Bravo, amico mio! I totally enjoyed your interpretation.
Oh dear, poor kid, it’s so hard to feel unwanted and know what to do about it.
This is so profound Keith – truly heartbreaking very well written 💔
It’s sad to feel so unwanted.
Hi Keith,
A touching story to go with the picture. It breaks my heart that we still hear the news of war everyday.
Have a good day,
Surabhi