Five Sentence Fiction – Freedom

Five sentence fiction – Freedom


“Freedom is a curse,” he smiled as he spoke through yellow teeth, pushing back strands of yellowing, gray hair.

The smile faded from his face, his eyes glazed and he began to shake.  He dropped a faded Polaroid.

I picked it up and stumbled backwards when I saw it was a picture of me. I looked up and he was gone, but I was wearing his clothes.


Author’s Notes

Ahh, the old switcheroo! Always a classic. This time with a twist on freedom. You see, I didn’t want to do the patriotic freedom thing, or “freedom isn’t free,” which I anticipated would be popular. Ever the contrarian, I steered clear of the easy answer and went with my fave, scifi.

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