… ‘And these beautiful vases and pots are shaped by the students of our pottery class,’ the teacher proudly droned on.
‘Damn, stupid kid used the family insignia! How did she even remember?’ I hear Mark’s frustration.
Please no. I cant do it again. ‘No one will make the connection,’ I plead.
‘We can’t take the chance.’
The next day the school’s website proudly displayed the vase, with the dotted yellow cornucopia featuring prominently.
We started packing. The federal agents would be here soon.
New place. New identity.
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt of 3rd November, based on a photo by Sarah Ann Hall
You have to be so careful when you’re on the run
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So true. Thank you for reading.
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The internet does not help people who want to remain hidden.
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It sure does not. Thats where disguises and plastic surgery help 😉
Thanks for reading.
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Go go go! Great little tale.
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Thank you so much for appreciating.
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Truth is, we rarely escape the results of our crimes. Good tension here
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Ah, but what if they are the good ones, like say in Witness Protection!
Thank you for your kind comment.
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Dear Sheena,
It would be difficult to take on whole new identities and forget everything, wouldn’t it? Well done.
Shalom
Rochelle
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It would be terrible Rochelle. I cant imagine how people do it.
Thank you.
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I liked this interpretation of the photo. How sad that they had to move again.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you very much.
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Obviously, they forgot to mention to the kids that they must never show any sign of who they are…
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