He wanted to fly. I wanted to take the train. We couldn’t exactly sail across the prairies like Greta Thunberg in a sailboat. The train service was difficult, inconvenient and didn’t go all the way through. It was too far to drive in one day. It’s hard to make a responsible choice sometimes, isn’t it? After looking at all the options, I found him outside trimming the roses. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll fly.”
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “I’ll fly away.”
First 50 Words - Prompts for Writing Practice 
Singing in the car,
“I’ll fly away, oh glory,”
I’ll fly away,
Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly
I’ll fly away.”
No gospel choir, just me,
the car, the road, the song
like an odometer measuring
the minutes of my life flying
like hummingbirds
past the window.