The only source of light and reality was the keyhole. Each day Claire would sit in the dark room waiting for the noise of footsteps to return. Every tweet of a bird, pitter patter of rain or whistle of the wind would make her jump.She would stare out the keyhole sometimes hurting her eyes off the brightness with the same picture every time - an orange on a tree.
Remembering her capturer's poetic promise "Snow will fall and help will come. Your lesson has been learnt and I'll be long gone".
Today the orange had a thick layer of snow on top. Soon after unfamiliar footsteps returned ...
9 comments:
Hi Tina,
Wow, a kidnapping! Does this mean that she will be rescued? I sure hope so. You have an amazing imagination!
I am grateful that even if you chose to write a mini-thriller, that you kept it clean and unbloody! And that you give us some hope!
Great centus!
Best wishes,
Anna
Anna's SC#36
That was fun!
ok, that was amazing. my kind of story.
This was a really neat twist Tina. It has me wondering. Did the kidnapper really mean to let her go? After all, snow on oranges in a really rare event. Did the kidnapper have a conscience after all, and decide to let her be rescued when it did snow?
Great job! Kat
that was entirely different ... and i am left with questions ... really well done!
Loved this!
destined destination
Very nicely done! What a really unique and creative spin on the photo prompt! Great job!
You drew me in with this one...I find myself hoping rescue is imminent.
=)
Tina! Tina! I love this! Absolutely totally and completely love the imagery of the keyhole.
Brilliant!
Holy my goodness girl! You put us all to shame!
Wow.
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