“… after that, he had to make his way all down the parade to the West Pier” – Brighton Rock, Graham Greene.
It was something he’d dreamed of all his life. It was his fantasy.
It wasn’t going to be easy, he’d have to catch a bus all the way into town and then, after that, he had to make his way all down the parade to the West Pier.
He worked hard on the farm, sleeping rough in the barn at night seemed to accentuate his desire to achieve his dream. Finally, he’d saved up enough and would elect to walk rather than take the bus.
On the pier, the Ferry waited. His ticket off this island and freedom at last.
This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:
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