Here is a FSF (Five Sentence Fiction) piece based on the word Escape. This post is also a part of 3WW.
The old man hovered over the faucet, washed his knotted hands and slapped some water on his face as well.
Lividly, he brushed past the confused waitress who had waited on him and marched out of the Chinese restaurant.
His daughter hadn’t called him for a month and that was the only part of the day he looked forward to.
He gazed at the passersby impolitely.
He wanted to run away from his sordid life, the mounting bills, the miserable solitude; he wanted to escape.