Day 131: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday - Prompt: solitude

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The man had put on the cloths like he had been told, brown shorts with a black belt, a short-sleeved brown button down shirt tucked in, brown socks and new brown boots, and a brown ball cap. The shirt and hat bore sewn on patches with gold stitching. He did not know what the letters "UPS" meant or what they stood for, but that didn't matter anyway. He was also supplied with hand trucks that had also been painted brown. A heavy cardboard box had been placed on the hand trucks, the box was rectangular and it was almost as long as the handles on the hand trucks. It looked like any ordinary cardboard box except he could tell by the rigidity that this was made from very heavy-duty cardboard. On top it had a keypad, it looked like something out of an old pay phone booth. He was given a piece of paper with a phone number on it and told to walk from the parking deck where he had been let out three blocks to the city park. He was to find a bench and wait for exactly one hour, then he was to punch the phone number that he had been given into the keypad. After that, he was free to go home, and they had placed a plane ticket and passport in his pocket, but they were in someone else's name.

At the park, he felt completely alone. He did not know these people at all, he did not look like them and he did not understand their language. He sat on the park bench waiting as he had been ordered to do, and he thought of his family back home. They said that he could go home, but he knew that he would never see them again. His only hope was that by doing what he was told they would not be harmed. Here he sat, a lifetime of giving and living the best life that he possibly could, a man who lived and sacrificed for those he loved. He was a man who was friends with every member of his village, no one he knew wished him any ill will until these men had come with their guns and their demands. More family and friends than he could count, yet he was all alone in a crowd of people. More people than he had ever seen in one place his entire life. It was time, he pulled up the hastily taped flap that covered the keypad and entered the number...This was solitude!

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**Disclaimer: I often use the freewrite prompt to tell a story instead of doing a pure freewrite, so they sometimes take longer than 5 minutes and usually have some editing. But I try to do my story straight through at one sitting without any unnecessary breaks.
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Prompt: solitude

Set your timer for 5 minutes.
Start writing
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Introduction to freewrite

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