Mohan was lying with tears trickling down his cheeks.
His body was screeching in pain; the malignant growth had penetrated his bones, thus making it unbearable.
He wanted to go places and reach new avenues, but destiny had other plans.
"It's just a matter of time," the docs said.
The family was stroking his legs with the hope of giving him some relief.
After coming to terms with the present, he tipped the hospital attendants and spoke words of wisdom to his children.
He finally breathed his last with a smile as he got freedom from the diseased body.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about what freedom feels like. Whose point of view do you use? Does the idea of freedom cause tension or bring hope? Let the reader feel the freedom. Go where the prompt leads!