The Factories

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March 4, 2016 by Felicia Hf

I know it’s only been three weeks, but it felt like three years since I ran away from home. The long-forgotten, empty factories were my place of refuge now. I had met Al here, but they had come chasing him and I couldn’t save him from the three men that we were up against. Instead, I ran away, selfishly keeping myself safe from the terror of the outside world.

Unlike me, Al had never had a family. He had grown up in the community that had formed in the back alleys of the city, roaming around, constantly on the search for food.

At night, while I lay shivering in one of the dark corners of the factories, I dreamed of the delicious smell of my mother’s food. We were always happy in my dream, laughing away all the terror we had to endure.

Staring out the window of the factory, I suddenly realised what a terrible mistake I had made leaving her. Winding my way through the streets, I wondered whether I was too late.

I heard her screams and cries from outside the house. At least she wasn’t dead yet, I told myself, but the thought wasn’t very consoling.

© 2016

**Perfect! I managed to keep it to exactly 200 words this time.**

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, Week #10 – 2016

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18 thoughts on “The Factories

  1. Susan Langer says:

    Very intriguing story. Kept you wondering what would happen. Well done.:)

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  2. maria says:

    Interesting twist and turns! I just hope that there could be a choice where she and her mom could live in peace…

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  3. Wonderful story, Feliciah! I can imagine this little girl and how it must feel in the cold hard world and wanting to be back home safe again. I wonder why her mother is screaming and crying? I think that it might be because the little girl left and she will be happy once she gets back home.

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  4. swritings says:

    Great story! :)

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  5. mandibelle16 says:

    Nice story. I feel she had a good reason to run away and work in the factories but on the other hand, her Mother is family. So, I guess it depends on the situation with her mother. Her mother screaming doesn’t make the situation for the girl seem so good.

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  6. Lovely tale Felicia very engaging and beautifully related. Well done.

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