The calloused feet came first; followed by child-bearing hips, a muffin top, an ample bosom, and a graying haircut.
“Mom??”
“Charlie??”
Neither could say who was more surprised to see the other, nor who had better reason to run away from home.
©2020 Chel Owens
In response to Deb’s 42-word story prompt, which was my pick?
It’s time to sharpen your wits, gather up your lock picking tools and put your head down for this week’s theme is …
ESCAPE.
What are you escaping from? Where, when, how? This is all for you to decide, the only requirement is that you fit it all in the 42 word limit.
Chel Owens 
Ah, if only running away meant being able to leave some things behind. Seems like our ‘baggage’ always seems to catch up and find us, regardless.
LikeLiked by 1 person
In this case, immediately so…
LikeLike
great little story
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you, Hobbo!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Makes me want to know more about why each has run – or wanted to run.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t know why Charlie wanted to. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
lol so succinct but most enticing 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I would try it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks but I seldom run out of ideas for posts 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I meant that I’d try to escape. 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
lol depends on if you have anything to escape!
LikeLiked by 1 person
love the concision of this 🙂 you do these tiny tales very well
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀 Oh, good!
LikeLiked by 1 person