Lulu rolled her bag through the tunnel. She caught herself about to yell at the boys to hurry up but she remembered the need to hurry had passed. Now on the last leg of their journey, there was time to take in the sights.
“Look boys, see the trains below!” Her eight and ten year old began to jump up and down. “Whoa! Cool!” they sing-songed.
Lulu looked lovingly at each boy. She could see traces of their father in them. She said a silent prayer that they only had inherited his looks. She kneeled down between them and hugged them tight.
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr
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The Day After 
The need to hurry at the start suggests they left in a rush – hopefully they won’t be followed. Nice take.
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Thank you Lain
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It’s nice when the rush of escaping has past… love the hint of what had happened in: “only his looks”
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Thank you Bjorn
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This story, although heart warming, left me feeling a bit of an expected chill. I hope the three of them make it far away from Dad.
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Thank you Alicia.
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A tale within a tale, one slightly more chilling. Well done.
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Thank you Sandra
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Ooooo well told. Clear hints to why she was running, within the focus of the journey. Well done
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Thank you
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Dear Dawn,
I get the feeling that they’ve escaped an abusive situation. I’m hopeful that things will work out for them. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle
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Her hugs should start the healing process, you left me hopeful for the future.
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Thank you
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I hope she got her sons away from the father early enough. They’ll learn better things from her. Sad but also hopeful story.
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Loved the subtle hints early on in the story. Sad but love that the children and she can now look forward to a better life sans the abusive father.
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Thank you
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Nicely hinted backstory without explicitly mentioning it. Good luck to them!
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Thanks Ali.
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a heartwarming story. well done.
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Thank you
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What an emotional tale. You told us another story without using words. Excellent
…when I grow up! My tale.
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Thank you Keith
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What a great line (starting ‘She said’)!
I almost stood and applauded.
Superb piece of writing
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Thank you, that is very kind of you.
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Looks like they’ve escaped. I just hope they haven’t slowed down too soon. Better to carry on running a bit further just to be sure. I liked the way this story left me worrying for this on a”just when you thought it as safe,” basis
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Thank you
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A lot of backstory coming through, with plenty of hope for a better future now that the necessary action has been taken. Well crafted, Dawn
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Thank you
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Brave woman – I hope she and her sons make it in their new life.
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Thank you
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A very brave mum here.
Makes me thing of the song Rock a bye baby by Clean bandit.
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I’ll have to check that out. Thanks.
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A moving story. I hope they escape and that under her influence, they will not turn out like their father!
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You always wonder of these things are inherited or learned. For the sake of all mankind we hope for the latter.
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This story is exactly why i love Friday Fictioneers – you packed a whole back story in between your 100 words and hinted at a future we want to know more of. Excellent writing Dawn.
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Thanks TRG..high praise from a Fictioneer of your caliber 🙂
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You’re welcome Dawn, I say it as I see it! and thanks for your compliment too 🙂
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Well done, Dawn. So much was said with so little. Not an easy decision to leave it all behind
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No, i don’t suppose it is.
Thanks r=for reading and commenting Dale.
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Haunting and powerful, Dawn. You’ve really captured that bittersweet departure. Horrible that it’s not fiction for so many. Love this bit: “She caught herself about to yell at the boys to hurry up but she remembered the need to hurry had past.” But, that last word should be passed vs past.
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Ha…you are right! Thanks for pointing out that brain belch.
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