Fiction: Get Out (152 words)

08 Feb

This was going to be the one to break free. I was really hoping that I would be able to get my daughter out, but she just wasn’t ready yet.  Just like I wasn’t ready yet.

But this Anna, my daughter’s daughter—and yet almost my genetic clone.  I can see it in her eyes.  If I give her the out, she’ll take it, and she won’t look back.

It’ll be the end of my life, to let her out.  People here are not going to be happy-and thy will take it out on me.  But I think that I am a small price to pay to finally break the cycle.  Because with Anna gone—they can’t start the whole circle over again. With Anna gone, they’ve lost.

So, it starts tonight.  I am going to get my daughter’s daughter, my younger version, free of this hell-hole that we call our life.

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Posted by on February 8, 2016 in Lydia's Stories, Uncategorized


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