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The envelope had been lying on his desk for a week.


In the middle of the night, after looking at his room for what would surely be the last time, he picked UP his bag and slipped down the hall.

At his parents’ room, he stopped; Mom and Dad were sleeping; he dared to risk a look, knowing it too may be the last.


Viet Nam was waiting; so was Canada.


Knowing what he had to do, lingering no longer, not looking back, he left.


But three miles from the border, blinded by the lights, it all came crashing down.


Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was draft.

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