This is my seventh 55 word story.
They planned for weeks. Agnes paid her roommate five dollars to break a wheel, and the nurses give her the electric chair on loan. Joe oiled the wheels of his walker. Twenty feet from the exit, Agnes closed her eyes and dozed. Joe, forced to choose between love and freedom, hobbled away down the street.
We were driving today and when we passed a Convalescent Home (not called St. Edna’s) I spotted an old woman outside the front door, asleep in her wheelchair. An old man was walking down the street away from the home. I asked Will if he thought they’d made an escape pact but she’d stopped to rest, and suddenly I had a story.