The Window

PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks 

I knew I was in the wrong town when I saw the roasting chickens behind the glass.  I had never once tasted chicken or any meat come to think of it, so the daily reminder of what I could and could not do was terrifying.  I should have done more research before getting on the plane, but I was so desperate to get away from my family, I bought the cheapest flight and left.  I had always hesitated to call my family life cult-ish, but now I was beginning through the lies.  Now I just needed to eat. 

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