Flash Fiction # 115 -- Different

     Ian used to dream about this day. He would stare beyond the iron fence and imagine what life would be like beyond the barrier. Sometimes he'd tell Ann that they'd have a different future than the rest of the children here. They were different, after all. They would go out and. . . .

He couldn't imagine what they would do.

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Published on October 10, 2014 00:14
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