She tiptoed across the room. Silence was all she could hear except for his gentle snores.

Quietly, she made it through, out of the door and took a sigh of relief as she finally found her freedom.

But it was short-lived as her baby erupted into wails again that night dragging her back in the room. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she picked up her baby to repeat the charade all over again.


medievalI am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt FREEDOM. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Freedom as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.

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