Freedom my pretties

One by one they negotiated the busy road, heading for the only piece of green for miles around. As the metal monsters hurtled past, the view of lush grass drove them on to the far side. With their last ounce of strength, they launched themselves over the wall and through the wire fence. At last, they had all escaped the hell of the concrete metropolis. A joyous voice call out, “Freedom my pretties!”

By Daniel MacKillican

Daniel MacKillican is a British writer, lucid dreamer, blogger, wine lover, and struggling yet optimistic indie author.

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