Breaking Free - by Etienne Lombard

https://Voice.club - The chain around Eliza’s ankle had grown heavier with each passing year. Not a physical chain—something worse. Invisible tethers of obligation, fear, and the crushing weight of others’ expectations.

“You should be grateful,” her mother would say, lips pursed in that familiar way. “Most would kill for your position.” Eliza nodded, as she always did, while something withered inside her.

The library was her sanctuary. Between dusty shelves and forgotten tomes, she discovered worlds where women like her chose differently. Where they didn’t marry successful but cold men like Richard. Where they didn’t abandon dreams of art school for practical accounting degrees.

On Tuesday, the letter arrived—thick cream paper, the university’s embossed seal glinting in the afternoon light. Full scholarship. The arts program she’d secretly applied to six months ago, using money she’d skimmed from grocery budgets.

“What’s that?” Richard asked from the doorway, briefcase in hand, eyes narrowed.

Eliza felt the familiar tightening in her chest. The chain pulling.

“Nothing important,” she said, sliding the letter beneath a magazine.

That night, she lay awake beside Richard’s sleeping form, counting breaths. Counting reasons. Counting costs.

At dawn, she packed one bag. Just essentials. The acceptance letter. Her sketchbooks. The silver locket from her grandmother—the only person who’d ever told her to fly.

She left the engagement ring on the kitchen counter beside a note with only five words: “I choose a different story.”

The morning air hit her face like a revelation as she walked toward the bus station. Each step lighter than the last. The chain still dragged behind her—it would for years—but with every determined stride forward, another link weakened, rusted, broke away.

As the bus pulled from the station, carrying her toward a canvas still blank, Eliza pressed her forehead against the cool window and watched her old life shrink into the distance. For the first time in twenty-seven years, she could breathe all the way down to her toes.

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@EtienneLombard

Welcome to the voice club. I love the courage of your protagonist to choose her heart’s desires rather than to live up to others expectations. Your story is something that brought a smile to my face. I hope to read and listen to more stories from you.

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Welcome, Etienne. I loved the imagery in your story, especially the image of the bus taking her to “a canvas still blank.”

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Etienne, you have perfectly captured a moment that was a turning point to many of us women. The line in your story that spoke most acutely to me was “The chain still dragged behind her - it would for years.” I think all of us are occasionally haunted by some of our less enlightened choices, even after we’ve broken free into a new way of being.

Thank you for a beautifully written story. I especially enjoyed your voice. Do you mind me asking where you are from? You have such a rich accent. I could listen to you read all day!

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Julie. Thank you for your feedback. I am from Cape Town, South Africa.