Our imaginative and savvy tour guide Rochelle invited a busload of talented blogger roadies to write in a 100 words or less what they saw on Route 66. And just for kicks, I’m going along for the ride.
Approaching Gallup now…
Over the years she told him she would leave; yet she stayed.
But not today.
Books, paint brushes, fabrics she hangs on to for some reason, and pictures of the kids, all grown up now. Traces of a life, perhaps the seeds of a new beginning, packed in an old Buick…
It’s 11 p.m. A Dunkin’ Donuts sign zips by. Her mouth waters. She wants a donut and a big Joe, but it’s late.
Then she realizes that she no longer needs permission.
She laughs till she cries as euphoria fills the car.
Freedom is a midnight donut.
unbuttoned or undone 
Oh I love that final line.. and Gallup.. a place most are passing through. I think you have put that freedom into perspective… a midnight doughnut ..
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Thank you Bjorn. The name Gallup fed my imagination for years. Then I passed through it on route 66, just like you say. As for freedom, it is a state of mind, ultimately don’t you think?
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Oh yes.. freedom is ultimately what we think is free for ourselves…
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The poet as a Fictioneer continues to amaze.
Unlimited talent, it appears, cherie.
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Praises from you taste better than a donut.
Encore meilleur qu’un bon chocolat.
Avec un grand sourire, merci.
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Freedom is a late night donut. And a few other things too which she’s about to discover. Nice one.
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Thank you Sandra.
Yes, I think she will 🙂
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The little freedoms are sometimes the best. Quite well done.
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Thank you, I am glad you liked it.
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‘Freedom is a midnight donut’ – that’s so lovely. A great way to sum it up.
Claire
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Thank you. Sometimes, it just works 🙂
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Oh, hell, we have all been there after ditching a long term relationship. ‘Freedom is a midnight donut’ is truly worthy line. Of course, I now want donuts.
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I’m glad you liked the line. Go ahead, have a donut! 🙂
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Freedom is often found in the small things, I think, and your last line nailed that. I can feel her sense of release and freedom!
janet
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Thank you for commenting Janet. I agree, it’s often in little ways that we live our freedom. I think that too often we set unwarranted limitations on it.
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Sounds a bit like the new life I made for myself 16 months ago.
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Well then, congratulations are in order!
Thank you for reading and commenting.
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You’re very welcome.
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Yes! That is the whole story, and it has a happy ending.-)
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A happy camper thanks you. 🙂
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the poet at her best. well done
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Welcome back Noel! Thank you, glad you liked my short hand.:)
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Thanks Em and you did well, as you do always
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Big hug and a smile.
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Great! I can feel her exhilaration of her liberation. Oh! The magic of a donut!
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Thank you Joy!
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Dear Emmy,
I sit here exhilarated with her. Oh that moment of realization. You’ve captured it with a midnight doughnut. Make my coffee black, please.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. Coffee coming right up!
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The literary baker makes ‘doughnuts.’ The literary writers eat ‘donuts.’
Lovely story! Yay freedom. 🙂
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Especially if Dunkin the baker says Donuts!
Thank you for the cheers, it is appreciated.
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Freedom is a midnight donut.
For me it was pancakes, ice cream and chocolate topping for dinner 🙂
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Winning combo! I can see a commercial… 😉
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A big deep breath of nighttime air – how liberating. I think I’d have had to ditch the “stuff” too. Clean slate and all that. But free is free is free. Whee!
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Yes it is! Whee indeed! Thank you for cheering 🙂
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I love that line, it says so much and I totally agree. The first time I flew by myself I bought half a dozen doughnuts at the Vancouver airport. I regretted it a little, but that’s what freedom is all about, right? 🙂
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Absolutely! Once you know you can eat all the doughnuts you want when you want, you may not want to eat any at all. 🙂 Thank you for commenting David.
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I like how the realisation of her freedom is delayed until that donut moment, and then the explosion of euphoria. Lovely.
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Andrenaline overcoming fear overides the escape until danger is well past I think. Thank you Margaret , your comment is much appreciated.
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Dear Emmy,
Your story hit a nerve with me. I love it and the taste of freedom that is in the air after reading it. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thank you Doug. I am pleased the story moved you.
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A big story in so few words. Bravo.
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I am glad you enjoyed it, thank you Patrick.
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That’s killer.
And if you’re in Gallup, yell loud; I’m right over here in Phoenix. Lunch is on me! 🙂
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Wonderful to see you here! If I ever go to Gallup again, or better yet to Phoenix (love the downtown library!) I’ll be sure to yell…sure thing if you’re buying lunch! 😉
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That library is a beautiful piece of building. For real, If you make it anywhere to the four corners, get in touch. Me and the dog love road trips.
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She has certainly earned that midnight donut. I’m glad she can enjoy her freedom 🙂
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Thank you so much, you are very kind.
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Very nicely done piece and I totally understand. To take such action at this time of life takes a lot of courage. Good luck to her!
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Thank you Perry. She sounds plucky don’t you think? I’m sure she’ll do the best she can.
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Sometimes it takes too long to realize that we are free. Very uplifting and positive, nice work.
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Wonderful story. I hope she enjoys her freedom. 🙂
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I see her taking chances with her eyes open, so I think she’ll be OK. 🙂
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@”Freedom is a midnight donut.” – excellent definition… even though I’m not a donut fan! 🙂
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