David stuffed his shirts in his bag, looked around the room and zipped it closed. His parents were still sleeping and he hated to leave like this but he didn’t want the drama. His mother would cry and his father would yell. He’d had enough of those scenes in his 18 years to last a lifetime.
As soon as the door quietly clicked behind him the air smelled cleaner. He straddled his bicycle and took off for the train station.
Maybe he would come back in a year or two, he thought, and work at his father’s hardware store.
He pedaled faster.
This image is a rerun from May of 2014. I don’t know what it is about this picture that says to me “youth escaping” but I was surprised to see I wrote a very similar story when it first posted here.