Intro

Yesterday was his 8th birthday.

And where was he?

He was in the streets of Limerick; huddled in the corner of a building.

Weak from hunger. Half asleep.

Trying to stay warm in the dead of night.  

His mother left him at the train station and said she would come back.

But she never did.

He never knew his father.

The air cut his skin like a knife.

He pulls his coat of rags close trying not to cry out.

There are footsteps.

And he tenses.

He freezes.

They come closer.

They come softer.

The shadow of a man appears and looms over him for a minute.

Gently, gingerly; a pair of strong arms scoop him up.

Someone carries him away.

Cradled, the boy closes his eyes.

His limp body gives in.

Not caring anymore what will become of him.

It is September.

The year: 1913.

And in the coming year, the world is about to enter it's first war.

F r e e d o mChild 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

This is great story jus' waitin' to happen. Can't wait.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This had certainly kept my interest going... I wonder who the boy is and the follow up... Intriguing read :)

[Kathryn Smith]

Whohoo! :D Thank you Yumna. I hope you like it. :) xo

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome, Kat! I will ;) :)

[Charles Anthony Almanza]

I read your piece and I really do like the form and overall construction. It's a nice read, though not much action actually happens, it comes off more as poetry, which is nice and refreshing for regular fictional prose. I am kind of left wondering what the story will be about, however, so I do look forward to more entries.

[Kathryn Smith]

Heyy! :D Thanks for the review! Feel free to read on! All the action will come later. Promise! x

[Charles Anthony Almanza]

Will do. Thanks so much for letting me read your work I really appreciate the opportunity. That's why I love sites like this. Bonding over a love of writing.

[Kathryn Smith]

Awwww! :D Cheers man! I'll have to read some of your work soon! It's great to meet you. xx

[wordman]

it seems the world is in turmoil ,here it is 2017 and most of the world is still under some sort of dictatorship,starving,homeless and in dire need of medical help..who in the hell are we as a nation

[WoodenChair]

not really, but we like to think we are to make ourselves feel better, society has never had it easier

[wordman]

for some,but not all

[WoodenChair]

Don't worry about all, you have no jurisdiction in the lives of others for that is their own jurisdiction. Instead worry about yourself, how can you make more money? how can you acquire vast personal wealth? this is all you should be concerned with, f**k others

[wordman]

o k how bout just happiness

[WoodenChair]

Happiness is a marketing campaign

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Eloquent and gripping story. Short sentences add to the impact of the words and the mystery of the tale. Excellent character portrayal and descriptive imagery. Will be waiting for the next chapter!

[Kathryn Smith]

Thank you so much Annette! I was wondering if people would be interested in this. Thank you for reading! :))

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very welcome!