The Getaway


By Invictus

As the train chugged out of the station, I left my small, picturesque town behind.

I was tentative because I’d left a dead man behind—the man who’d tormented me all my life with doubts, criticism, and discouragement of all my endeavors. Until I decided he had to go.

If you visit my pretty white cottage, you’ll find my kind, old parents sad but relieved. They’ll offer you tea and scones and tell you they’d known it all along. That I’d kill my inner demon and embark on this new leg of discovery and fulfillment.

“When I move someone with my words, I feel a little worthier than before.” – the writer

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