| Title | Captive |
| Genre | General |
| Warnings | None |
| Rating | G |
| Words | 100 |
This was written as a prompt for the Week 30 prompt on Gather's "100 Word Stories" community. The prompt was What appears to be the end may really be a new beginning. | |
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Maybe things can’t get worse. That’s the single thought that gets me through each day, as I sit in this little cell, waiting for my sand to run through the funnel. Mother, father, the sisters, all taken, to somewhere I hope is better, but I know is worse.
Every day I get a new linen gown and a whispered promise that this will be my last. It’s the block or stocks for me.
Today I hear a new voice. “Not this one. I want her.” The gown is silk, the door open. I stand and wonder what waits beyond it.
