She held the letter, tears flowing down her face. Somehow she'd known it would always come to this. That no matter how hard she tried to steer him in the right direction, he was bound and determined to go his own way, like a shopping cart with a busted wheel.

The letter was short and to the point, mostly complaining about the food. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt, though he was thrown into solitary once for fighting.

As she re-read the letter, she sobbed, for she too was confined in a prison not of her choosing.


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Galen over 10 years ago

Like a shopping cart with a busted wheel. Excellent metaphor.

Gone Awry over 10 years ago

I agree with Galen. Wonderful metaphor. Is it possible for you to write a sequel to this?

Sammi (joined over 10 years ago)

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