A Short Story by Robin Weaver
“Let me out!”
Taking a deep breath, I calculated when I’d be able to scream
again. I’d been yelling into the darkness since I’d been taken, having no idea
who’d kidnapped me. Nor why.
It had been days. I think.
Difficult to say because I’d been in constant darkness since my
abduction. I’d groped every inch of the narrow room, but could find no door. Was
Published on March 07, 2018 04:56