The gate was open. This time he would do it. Escape! He would live in the forest. He was part of the 101st Airborne. He could do this. They would never find him.
He moved from behind the wall. Down the stairs and off he went. Running like the wind until he thought his lungs would burst. He stopped. Safe. Finally free.
No! They caught him. Put him in the chair. He heard as they wheeled him back, “Nice try for a 95 year old. He made it 20 feet further this year”.
“Happy Birthday Henry! Everyone’s waiting for cake.”
Thanks again to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!