The earth outside the window of a train was covered in a blanket of green.
His torn and tattered clothes couldn't down his enthusiasm.
He was a prince and he was running away from his palatial home.
He never knew what freedom was and now for the first time in his life
He was free.
Footnotes:
This is my third attempt at 55 Fiction, I don't know how good it is and would be eagerly waiting for your thoughts.
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