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A Magnificent Burst Toward Freedom (one-sentence fiction)

October 20, 2012

The boy frowned at the apple in his hand, said, “Nah, too small,” tossed it to the ground, and turned toward another tree, saying, “Those look much bigger,” and then the supposedly too-small apple gasped at the surprise of his new freedom, the break of his stem previously chained to a tree, which (admittedly) had held a better view than the grass and dirt, but this solid ground ‘neath his skin promised experiences beyond his dreams of what lay beyond the orchard, of that road leading to fields and houses in the distance, and so he rolled through the short grass, around scampering kids’ legs and trees (on which his brothers and sisters surely looked down with jealousy) and rolled to where the grass gave way to gravel, the sharp edges poking at him, but he told himself this was merely a discomfort in life, something to endure, like the thud of landing when the boy had tossed him aside, and these were simple bumps in the magnificent burst toward freedom—but then an SUV’s tire crunched on the gravel just behind him and squashed him.


copyright Dave Williams

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. October 20, 2012 8:46 am

    Damn SUVs. I was well rooting for that apple

  2. October 20, 2012 10:00 am

    Oh the illusion of freedom…I had to laugh aloud at your ending.

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