Hello! Welcome back! I hope you are ready for the next blog post in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. If you missed the last blog post, definitely go read that one. Click here, or you will be very confused in reading today’s installment.
For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge. I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts. And for it all to make sense! So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.
This story would be categorized as Dark. Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment. Enjoy!
F is for Freedom
She kept running. She ran until she couldn’t run any further. Her breath was heavy and her chest moved up and down faster than she thought it could. Aspen collapsed to the ground and started to relax. She couldn’t believe she had actually escaped. She had actually made it out of the prison.
As she sat there in the grass she knew she wasn’t safe. Even though she was free, it wasn’t going to be easy. The police would be looking for her everywhere so she had to be extra careful. She had to leave her jumpsuit behind somewhere in the forest but there wasn’t going to be an easy way to change clothes.
Aspen kept walking through the forest and came to a local campground. It wasn’t a large tourist attraction but it was still popular in the summer. She had already stripped her jumpsuit deep in the forest but she was still wearing her prison shirt, bottoms, and shoes. She carefully walked up to the campground and looked around. There was no one in sight, but she couldn’t be too careful. She would have to borrow some clothes from someone in the campground, but she was sure they wouldn’t mind.
After all, they were helping an innocent person gain freedom.
She watched for some time before she was convinced that no one was around. Aspen snuck up to one of the tents and slowly unzipped the opening flap. No one was inside, but there were two suitcases and a large air mattress. She stepped inside and unzipped one of the suitcases and saw some flannel shirts, tee shirts, and jeans. Her hands quickly grabbed one of each and zipped everything back up. She bolted back into the trees and found some safety.
She changed her outfit and left her prison clothes behind. She put her hands in her pockets and found a $20 bill. She gasped. “This is fantastic! I can go buy some things that I need.”
Aspen walked for what felt like forever before reaching a town. She wandered through the streets before finding a Dollar Tree and stepping inside for a few essentials. She grabbed some deodorant, bottles of water, granola bars, scissors, a beanie, a pair of flip flops, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, a small bag for her belongings, a sharpie, and a small bucket. Even though she didn’t want to sit on a street corner and beg for money, she figured that would be the only way to get anything.
She walked outside and found a cardboard box sitting near a dumpster. She quickly opened her scissors and cut a full side off of the box. Her fingers ripped the sharpie package open and she grabbed the small pen in her hand. Her hand quickly wrote a message on the cardboard.
Homeless. Anything helps. Thank you.
Aspen walked to the street corner and sat down. She wasn’t sure if she was going to make any money, but she was willing to give it a shot. Even if she didn’t make anything, sitting on the corner would be more productive than sitting in the prison cell.
She sat there for 4 hours and made $100. It wasn’t a whole lot, but it was something. It could buy her a couple more pairs of clothes and some food. But it gave her a base to start getting back on her feet. It gave her something to give her a boost to starting her life over.