Running Away



I’m running away from home. 

You can’t just take away my teddy bear cause I broke the TV.  It isn’t fair. I didn’t mean to. I found where you hid Baby Teddy and I rescued him. We’ll be together forever.

I made us a bag of brown sugar sandwiches and took my fuzzy pink sweater.  Don’t look for us.  Especially at Grandma’s house.  That’s not where we’re going. 

From Writing 101 – Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter. Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible. My twist: I find a letter recently when helping my Mom move.  I wrote it as a little girl, the only time I ran away… my Grandma’s house, across the street.  I had no idea she’d kept it.

9 thoughts on “Running Away

  1. When I saw your comment in The Commons, I was drawn to read your post because I also used a childhood story.
    Yours is absolutely beautiful, showing a level of pure innocence and sincerity that only a child can show.
    Thank you so much of sharing it with us. I love it, and I mean it.

  2. Yes! Love this post. And I’m going to make myself a brown sugar sandwich too. I loved them in school lunches.

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