Safe, surely?
A collaborative 100-word story
The tension weighed heavily. She hoped but the dread was ever-present. Perhaps they hadn’t noticed. Maybe her details were buried in bureaucracy. Too small a fish to fry. Off the hook and thrown back. It had been weeks now. Safe, surely?
She began to relax, look forward even.
Knock, Knock.
Instantly motionless.
She’d jinxed it, thinking she was safe. It’s over, they’d come to lock her away.
Persistent knocking.
Run or be silent?
Surely, they’d hear her ragged breathing.
Palms sweating; her heart rate skyrockets.
She crumples onto the carpet.
.
An eternity passes.
“I’m done for”
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“Amazon delivery for you-hoo!”
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Love this ... great finish, Debs. In the spirit of 'great minds think alike', this is what I came up with the end it - I couldn't resist ... just love fiddling with words!
Heart pounding, eyes widening. How could they have tracked her? Cameras everywhere, of course. Who had they asked? She’d been a fool to trust anyone. Sighing deeply, pushing past the inertia, past the terror pinning herself to the chair. Feet like lead, hands shaking.
“Delivery for No 32”.
Her voice quavers. “Next door”.
Thank you so much for instigating the collaboration. Great for both of us to be nudged along the creative path. B