“Free” was written for Friday Fictioneers. Many thanks, Rochelle!
Free
Gusts of wind burst in relief the day they found the strand of rope in the courtyard. The ache dissipated from the wind’s moans as if Frank’s tormented soul finally sought freedom.
Mama said, “Don’t judge Uncle Frank. He’s fighting his own demons.”
I judged. I’d been indoctrinated into the foibles of the Clancy men. Some drank. Some prayed. Some were blind. Only one was all three.
Frank’s cruelty bristled those in his wake that evening.
“Pray for him,” Mama said as she wiped blood from Frank’s wife’s face.
As I hid my own wound, I prayed for something else.
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Meaty as a fresh-baked pie
Thank you so much, Neil!
Dear Sascha,
I’d say someone needs to put a retraining order on Uncle Frank and then get him some serious help. Yes, pray for him…from a great distance. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle!
He needs both prayers and help.
Yes. Thanks so much for reading!
You’re welcome 🙂
There are too many Franks in this world and not enough of them held accountable.
I believe this is very true. Thanks so much for reading! 🙂
You are very welcome, Sascha.
it looks like your story complement mine this week. what a coincidence. 🙂
Thank you, Plaridel! 🙂
Not a character many would want to know, but interesting reading
Thank you, Michael! 🙂