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A quote: “What greater wealth is there than to own your life and to spend it on growing? Every living thing must grow. It can’t stand still. It must grow or perish.” ~~ Atlas Shrugged
I’ll start with a story …
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I woke in a modest room of rough-sawn wood and calico curtains, swaying in a breeze that brought the sounds of laughing children and adults calling morning greetings; smells of dust, smoke, green growing things. Nothing like Metro.
She came in carrying a tray and my stomach rumbled its appetite.
“Better tuck in while it’s hot.”
“Where am I” I mumbled around toast.
“I can’t tell you yet,” I must have gone pale because she laughed, “Oh my, what are they saying about us now? Hon, we live simple for security reasons, but we live free.”
“Let me earn it.”
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Quentin Q Quill says: I woke in a room made of pine wood, the paisley curtains draining the golden yellow sunrise through gaps in the forest trees.
“Where am I,” I said trying to dispel the fog that hung like a confused mist around me. I made out a figure across the room. At first sight, I thought it was a man, but as it moved closer, I saw that it was a lizard man.
“Fear not my little chickadee,” said the lizard man as he bent to kiss my lips. We then proceeded to make hot monkey love for three hours.
Navig8r says: She planned her disappearance in detail. Getting off the bus, heading down the dirt road in high heels and a vague story about going to meet her prince charming from the want ads left a last-seen-alive image of naivete with her fellow passengers. Her job at the mortuary provided a few human bones of similar build and age. Those, left in the abandoned farmhouse, and plenty of gasoline, there would be nothing positively identifiable left. Thirty years later, a knock at the door.
“I believe you’re my Aunt Susan.”
“How did you . . . ?”
“DNA science has advanced. The bones weren’t yours.”
Dupin says: Miles gone and miles to go.
Life hadn’t been good…nor fair. There were plans, fortunes to be made, but they came to naught. Worse than wisps of smoke. They didn’t leave pain.
Bright lights. Big city. Promises of all the things I couldn’t have where I was. I wasn’t ready for it, but it was ready for me. He was ready for me.
I learned a lot from him…some good, but most not. I learned more about how I could be used than anything else. But I learned how to survive. I learned how to leave. I learned how to go home.
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