Things got so bad on the farm that I run off. I figured they wouldn’t waste much time looking for me, but it would be good to get as far away as I could.
I lit out to Frenchman’s Bend. The trains always slow down before crossing the bridge, so I knew I could hop a freight easy enough.
When I got to Jefferson City, my belly was growling. I realized I didn’t have a red cent. I spied a diner and went around the back. I could maybe sweep the floors for food. If not, I had my knife.
Nice story of a life, and a character.
A character comes alive. Good writing.
Wonderful voice throughout. Very real, visceral. A great story and a great FF!
Put the knife away kid. Simple but a great voice
life on the run… always a good story in that theme. Loved it!
Very nice! I hope he gets food without using the knife though. Nothing good ever comes from that. :o)
Concise, well down. Someone living on the edge.
Nice voice in this story. I like that it ended at a crossroad.
He sounds like a survivor. Whatever it takes. There’s gotta be an interesting back story here.
A brilliant little tale with an intriguing open end. Nice one
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Nice flash!
Great ending—leads to all kinds of possibilities
Tight plotting. I like!