And the words:
“You don’t need to know what you’re escaping from to become a fugitive.” ― Bella Pollen, Midnight Cactus
This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge hosted by Deb Whittam:
The room was dark and there was a musty smell that was vaguely familiar and unpleasant reminding her of a butchers shop.
Waking up and feeling her arms tied behind her back had been a bit of a shock and then the sight of the bodies hanging from the ceiling had really ruined her day.
The grinding noise of a chainsaw filled the room from somewhere below.
She screamed and then pulled herself together feeling ridiculous.
She remembered that she was good with knots and adept at getting her hands free. After a short while, the rope tying her hands fell to the floor and she untied the rope around her ankles.
Then she peered through a crack in the floorboards and saw below a moveable conveyer belt on which were piled bodies like those hanging around her, with their arms and legs tied, all moving towards vertical blades.
She couldn’t see anyone around and had no idea who was running this horror show, however, You don’t need to know what you’re escaping from to become a fugitive.
This was not the time to vacillate. Above her she saw the round open window, her means of escape; she took it.
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