A/n I will not continue without reviews. Also the quote about freedom is from Eric Hoffer. The time frame of this would be season three.
"Freedom is described as the capacity to exercise choice or free will. It is to be free from restraint or oppression, it's..." She couldn't think what else to write. Her creative flow was blocked. Using a quotation to open and then your own words find the essence of freedom, all in 100 words or less. Who ever thought that Chilton would have an assignment of a hundred words or less. The assignment was meant to teach them the value of words. Her teacher said it would be counted toward their final grade.. It had sounded so simple but no matter what she wrote it just didn't seem adequate. Everything she wrote sounded like dictionary definitions, and she couldn't find any quotations which were short enough, and those that were short weren't what she needed. She gave out a frustrated sigh.
She decided coffee would help her clear her head, so she went to the diner. She walked in and requested her usual beverage. He grumbled about giving it to her. She asked him if he knew any quotes on freedom. He shook his head no and went into the kitchen.
"The aspiration towards freedom is the most essentially human of all human manifestations. The basic test of freedom is perhaps less in what we are free to do than in what we are free not to do." he said.
She looked up and her eyes met with his. She hadn't talked to him since there fight in the market. In fact she avoided seeing him as much as possible. She looked at him again.
"Eric Hoffer" he said and without another word walked away.
She went home. Her writers block gone, she felt a sudden flow of creativity. She opened her assignment with a quote and in the required hundred words of her own, she felt she had captured the essence of freedom. She smiled, satisfied with her work. She felt a reward was just and went back to the diner with the intention to get more coffee. When she got there she saw him behind the counter. He was talking to the new girlfriend. She felt a flare of jealousy. She walked in and went up to the counter. He came over and asked what she wanted.
"Coffee, and also, thank you. For the quote I mean, it was perfect. Thanks. Umm thank you" she stammered, embarrassed
He looked at her, then said
"you should think about it you know, it makes sense."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she said
"I just said you should think about it."
"Why?" she said "Do you think I need to consider MY freedom."
"Yes." he said bluntly and walked away.
She walked out of the diner in an angry state. On the way home she kept thinking about what he had said about her needing to consider her own freedom. She was about to toss the thought aside, an outburst of anger on his part, but then an old memory flared up, of a similar situation, an other man questioning her freedom. She became confused an continued walking instead of going home. She walked for several hours thinking not understanding. She tried to look at her life and see what the other two men saw so easily. No one from the town had ever said anything like that, her boyfriend, her mother, her best friend. None of them had questioned her freedom. Two people, from two totally different worlds, yet they had the same vision, the same ability to see a truth that she didn't see.
She looked up and found that she had walked to the bridge. She sat down on the edge and cried softly while looking at the sky. She heard a noise behind her and looked over.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
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