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prompt: THE ESCAPE — a picky eater who becomes a food critic — a huge toothy grin of pure joy — a lab coat with a chalk stain and one good idea, a snow globe containing a miniature world, slips out to a sunlit garden behind a picket fence for building a fort that declares independence. cheeks that puff when annoyed, warm and slightly broken: freedom. a character becoming who they were always going to be: the small secret defiance. warm overhead pendant light in a kitchen of a stolen hour, cirrus clouds written like a note of an unclaimed afternoon. the zing of a thrown ball caught of the open. BREAK a trail of small footprints the back gate; a muddy path through a green meadow, a puddle shaped like a heart the un-mowed field; a caterpillar on a leaf edge, a squirrel deciding a nut doesn't matter, a fish blinking at the surface the accomplices. a laundry line strung across a courtyard the house, smaller now. BREAK a rainbow refraction in a puddle, light refracting through a prism, the sparkle of a happy tear the sun of doing it anyway. one tiny sock pinned to the line by itself, a cup with a chip painted over in nail polish, a shoelace used as a bookmark, a receipt behind glass being the whole story
exact prompt sent: imagine THE ESCAPE — a picky eater who becomes a food critic — a huge toothy grin of pure joy — a lab coat with a chalk stain and one good idea, a snow globe containing a miniature world, slips out to a sunlit garden behind a picket fence for building a fort that declares independence. cheeks that puff when annoyed, warm and slightly broken: freedom. a character becoming who they were always going to be: the small secret defiance. warm overhead pendant light in a kitchen of a stolen hour, cirrus clouds written like a note of an unclaimed afternoon. the zing of a thrown ball caught of the open. BREAK a trail of small footprints the back gate; a muddy path through a green meadow, a puddle shaped like a heart the un-mowed field; a caterpillar on a leaf edge, a squirrel deciding a nut doesn't matter, a fish blinking at the surface the accomplices. a laundry line strung across a courtyard the house, smaller now. BREAK a rainbow refraction in a puddle, light refracting through a prism, the sparkle of a happy tear the sun of doing it anyway. one tiny sock pinned to the line by itself, a cup with a chip painted over in nail polish, a shoelace used as a bookmark, a receipt behind glass being the whole story
