Sitting here, on the shore, wondering what it would be like to escape. To go through that hole, or over the fence, and just see the possibilities.
But I don't think I can. My momma says I shouldn't think for myself anymore. If that graffiti caused so many problems, what will my next project do?
For Five Sentence Fiction.
Haha Adrian, nice. If it was me, i would have climbed :)
ReplyDeleteTina from The Sunny Side of Life
nyc one :D :D it made me smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeletedo sometimes drop by my place as well
www.doomedwriters.blogspot.com
Lol, a mischievous spirit!
ReplyDeleteDefinite smile on my face....
ReplyDeleteD.B. McNicol
Romance & Mystery...writing my life
Good for him/her...always listen to the elders :)
ReplyDeleteWith thinking like that, I'd listen to mom.
ReplyDeleteLove the real world feel to it.
I love the many different perspectives on these FFS. Lots of Variety this time around.
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