The Elegant Prison
He sat there watching his mother play hostess at his graduation party, in their big fine house in their big fine neighborhood in their big fine world. His parents seemed the perfect couple in the midst of the assembled company, not the strangers who brushed by each other in silence in the absence of guests.
He knew what was next: college, internship at his father's accounting firm, a partnership and eventually taking over the company when Dad retired.
Then he would have his own wife and his own kids and his own elegant prison from which there was no parole.
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Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Ouch! My own prison didn’t come about quite like that, but I’m happy doing time! My jailer’s not so bad either, so no plea for parole here.
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Christopher almost 3 years ago
Well, if someone wants that then there's nothing wrong with it. I was thinking about young people who have their whole lives mapped out for them before they ever had a chance to live. I don't know where that came from. It certainly wasn't my life. Thanks for reading.
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Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
Glad it's not autobiographical, Christopher. Wonder if he can 'Break out.':-)
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Christopher almost 3 years ago
I guess anything's possible. Thanks for reading.
