Outstanding

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“Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.”  Karen Ravn

 

For Becca’s Sunday Trees -271

Dead End

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Photo (c) Dale Rogerson

Dead End

Words 95

She cries.

It’s a girl.

Toddling and lisping, she brings cheer.

Cracking school and college collecting degrees, trophies and hearts.

Job in hand, hunt begins for the one who would ‘let’ her serve and nurture his family.

But wait – was she tall slim and fair?

With a long plait, a fat bank balance?

That would be her ticket to a baby or two or as many as it took for a boy or two.

Straddling office and home she is saddled with strictures; failures are hers achievers are his.

It’s a girl.

She cries.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting it and to Dale Rogerson for the photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.