Free?

It was mid (this month) a good day all round, not to hot slight breeze and enough cloud to stop you cooking in your clothes. Bored of the attic room with its locked windows and doors, but little did the master know about how easy window mortar was to scrape out. As the norm for Tuesdays the master had gone off to cheat the gamblers of their money, he’d be gone until the wee small hours.

The window now lay on the brown sacks that were known as bed. A breath of fresh smelling air filled my lungs, it was so refreshing, leaning out the window I took one more breath before leaping free of the old barn like house. The ground rushing towards me I started to laugh and spread my wings, up drafts grabbed me and sent me high above the ground, floating on air currents I new I was free…..

Should I ever return?

I am free!