Friday Fictioneers 9/7 – via Madison Woods

-Freedom is Not Free-

Just a few miles from the Canadian border, the stone house was their last stop on the road to freedom.  A family of six huddled in the candlelight eating hot broth and freshly baked bread, exhausted from the day’s journey.  Escape from slavery had once seemed impossible but with the help of many brave, caring people they were only a day away from the freedom they dreamed of. Leaving a life of servitude behind, they knew that no matter what happened their future would be better.  They lay down on the cold dirt floor and slept in peace.


(word count (100 )

This is my post for this week. Your comment and feedback is most welcome.

Photo by Piya Singh (Bittercharm)


Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’ssite to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog.  On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.


About Karmic Diva

I'm a song in the key of life, a work in progress, a diamond in the rough. I write, scribble, babble and doodle endlessly. I'm here to love and learn. -Karmic Diva-

Posted on September 7, 2012, in Flash Fiction, Photography, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.

  1. This had the feel of a long journey’s end. You captured that sense of fatigue, that lowering of guard that people do when the trial is finally coming to an end. Well done.

  2. Well written, enjoyed it!

  3. I hope they make it across the border! Nice story with a sense of a long sigh being released. Oh, I saw a typo in the beginning when they are having hot “broth” (you have “both”).

  4. I like the feel of this story. A long journey and the need to rest knowing the goal is within reach.

  5. uplifting, nothing fills the reader’s sails like hope on the far wind

  6. Wow, wow and wow! This touched my heart as I live in an old family home with a secret tunnel and a tiny door through the foundation that was used in the underground railway. I was told the runaways would leave this house after resting to get into boats on the Cuyahoga river across the street to sail lake Erie, making their way to Canada. i cringe thinking about a full grown man squeezing through that tiny opening, but they did, along with women and children. I am SO proud of my ancestors. Some author in Florida wants to take pix and make a big deal over the house, but I said no. I don’t want to make it a publicity thing. I want to remember that my family did the right thing.

    • I love that you can experience that piece of history in your home. I can only imagine the commitment your ancestors had and the risks they took to be a part of the underground railroad. Bravo to your family and to you for sharing. It is something to be very proud of.

  7. We seemed to be on a similar wavelength this week. Well written and poignant. I hope life is better for them when they reach their final destination.
    I’m #23 this week.

  8. Touching in an understated, and thus more effective, way. The things I would have said have already been well said above, so I’ll just say “Ditto.”

  9. Very good! Came across you on another site. Sorry it took so long.

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