Lost in a Book

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
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Published on March 07, 2018 04:56
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