Snatched Away from Home

Thank you so much, Rochelle, for your Friday Fictioneers!

Photo Credits: Sandra Cook

Snatched Away From Town

The train rushed out of the station, dragging me with it. Hands tied, mouth gagged and eyes burning with tears too stubborn to fall.

Outside of the old window, I see my hometown blurring away. The station where I sold newspapers, the roads where I begged and… the cluster of stones where I had awakened the curse.

Another lashing hit my arm.

“How did you do that, scoundrel?”

Master shouted. I kept mum.

Another lash of whip.

 “When will that creature come alive, you urchin?”

I faintly smiled for I was the answer. A creature snatched from his homeland.

25 thoughts on “Snatched Away from Home

    1. Thank you soo much for reading! Poor Alex…
      Well, that’s my favourite line too 🙂 Generally, boys don’t like to show their tears (that’s something I noticed in our classmates) and brought up in a stereotypical culture, Alex is no different. 🙂

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