Chained

Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know, old doors and life and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...

Chained

The chains rattled and clanged as they wrapped his arms and locked him down. They had left him there wearing the same peeled paint and weathered wood suit he always wore.
 
He hung his lattice in shame.
 
He never did know his crime, even to this day.

Postcard-sized flash fiction about the things we think we know about judgement, life and everything in between. And it all starts with an image...
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  • Michelle Sampson
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    I read this without seeing the picture. Hum…I said to myself. Then I saw the picture. Ah ha…I said to myself. In this case a picture is worth a thousand words but not so much as the few simple words you so eloquently wrote here. “He hung his lattice in shame”. Yes. Yes he did.

    June 12, 2019 at 8:08 pm

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