Taste of Freedom

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#163: After the dreadful events in France last week, the prompt for your 100 Words is: FREEDOM

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Norma crept by the sofa where Adam lay, passed out after his little welcome home. She stared at the groceries scattered and broken on the floor and the trail of red pasta sauce.

She eased her battered body into the kitchen chair, blotted her lip with tissue, and placed an ice pack against her swollen jaw.

She watched the fall and rise of his chest and felt the weight in her apron pocket. The metal cold against her skin, she walked toward him.

Tired of tasting blood, Norma was ready for a taste of  freedom.

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13 thoughts on “Taste of Freedom

  1. Powerful imagery! I particularly like how you set it up, and wrote “weight in her apron pocket. The metal cold against her skin” instead of naming it. Last line is perfect, well done!

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    • Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’m so glad you stopped by the Cow Pasture and am thrilled you enjoyed my story. It’s gratifying to receive such great feedback and I do appreciate it. I do hope to hear from you again. I love meeting new people and look forward to more conversations.

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    • Thank you, Tracy for commenting and the grest suggestion. I’m do glad you enjoyed it and thrilled you stopped by the Cow Pasture. I love feedback and meeting new people. I look forward to hearing more from you.

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    • Thank you so much for your kind comments. I’m so happy you liked it and glad you stopped by the Cow Pasture. I love getting feedback and look forward to hearing from you again.

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    • Lol. Is that good or bad? You may find if you get the chance to read more of my stories, I tend to like the dark genre’s. I do have a sense of humor and perhaps you will get to see that as well, but what can I say?

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