BY BREAD ALONE

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Abby, stop sulking. Come along.
You said it would be fine, Leah. Its not!
Of course it is. I love all this walking!
Are you kidding me? We were safe inside. You said it's better outside!
You were the one cribbing and couldn't wait to get out!
I didn't know what we won't have! What we would go through!
Just wait. It will get better, don't worry. At least no one is watching us constantly!
I liked that at first, but now I am tired. Of wandering!
I love it all, our freedom!
I miss it all, especially the bread!
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt Β© Kelvin M. Knight
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39 thoughts on “BY BREAD ALONE

  1. Now I want to know who are they and what is going on? Of course, if this were Biblical fiction, I might consider the words, “Man does not live by bread alone but by every word that comes from the mouth of God” (Deuteronomy 8:3, Matthew 4:4). Maybe that’s what Leah is seeking.

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  2. Its a modern take on the Biblical account of Israel’s rebellion in the wilderness. They cried for freedom, but when they got it, they cribbed about minor things! I also incorporated a verse: That man shall not live by bread alone!

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  3. Nope. This was people leaving a confinement or bondage for freedom. Specifically, its historical – Israel’s exodus from Eygpt. I used it to highlight that we crib when we get what we want and oftentimes would rather trade in freedom for something that’s so infinitely small in comparison. We rather be well-fed slaves than walk in freedom. Its the same today – we trade-in liberty for some creature-comforts we actually can live without!

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  4. I read in the comments that this was about Exodus, but it can also be interpreted to mean any people who flee oppression. Some value their freedom above all, others don’t want to give up their creature comforts and risk their lives and freedom. It’s a good story that fits many situations.

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  5. Exactly! I meant it to be so! Thanks for understanding the nuances!
    Another underlying layer of meaning was that we often trade in freedom for paltry things, such as bread ie. material comforts

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  6. Interesting and unique take on the prompt. Actually it was “the flesh-pots of Egypt” they were crying for, a term that has stayed with us to signify decadent luxuries.

    But we’ve got to work with the pic we have here. Maybe Russell can supply a photo of quail — or someone can get a snap of a sea parting for your next tale. πŸ˜„

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