This is my 190th post since the start of lockdown.
I wrote this piece over three years ago. It is barely a story. More like a paragraph.
The task was to write 100 words on the topic of freedom.
I first posted this nine months ago but thought it worth blogging again now the subject is so topical. At the time it was simply meant to be humorous – who knew how prescient it would turn out to be? It was written with my tongue firmly in my cheek and I trust it won’t offend any Royal watchers.
Notes from a diary
The security guy had slipped out for a smoke.
“Come on”, I said. “This is the moment we’ve been waiting for.”
She had tears in her eyes. “Can I really only take one suitcase?”
“Yes, hurry up!”
“Well”, she said, “at least we’ll finally be free of your awful stepmother – not to mention your dad. We’ll miss the kids though.”
We ran to the station.
“I can’t believe we’re free Meghan. I’ve waited so long for this.
You do love me, don’t you?”
“Harry,” she replied, “I’ll follow you anywhere if it means freedom from your ghastly family.”
Those of you who follow my posts will know that I’ve been blogging regularly since the start of lockdown.
I know many of you look forward to reading my blogs and I’ve been touched by the kind remarks and support I have received.
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