Breaking the Chains. William T Blake
once again contemplated her future and decided it was time to move on. Assuring an opportune time when she was alone and the community members occupied in the assembly area, she proceeded to the hiding place and retrieved the jar containing her papers. Hurriedly packing her belongings, she slipped on her jeans and a top. It was amazing that after three years they still fit her. Casting her commune clothes into a bin she hastily left through the front gates. It wasn't that for one moment she considered anyone would try and prevent her leaving. It was merely that she did not want any fuss nor the ordeal of lengthy farewells or pressures to postpone her departure. Even after all this time of living at the commune she had no emotional attachments to anyone or anything. Leaving it all behind was easy for her.
Making her way to the main roadway she wondered to herself how much the world would have changed. She was much older now and confident that coping with life and the decisions she would have to make would be easier than when she first arrived, she would not look back, no regrets with only the future ahead.
Upon reaching the main road and having no options but to hitchhike, Maggie stuck her thumb out and walked on determinedly. Presently she heard the sounds of a large semi-trailer changing down through its gears as it slowed to pull over to the side of the busy roadway. She ran to the door and as she opened it and climbed into the cabin, tossing her duffel to the floor, she chuckled while saying “Hello Bob, still picking up little girls then?”
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