Freedom

She let the dog run, as she had on countless early morning walks. Run free, she thought. The light was just beginning to come through the trees.

He took her hand possessively, never understanding. Smiling sadly, she willed him to stop, hoping her body’s energy spoke words her voice could not utter.

Image courtesy of Grammar Ghoul Press

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