Sadje brings us her weekly “What Do You See?” Monday Challenge.
Here’s the photo:
You can write a post on your blog and create a ping-back to link to the original post.
Write an original story, poem or a caption.
I will try to re-blog your response on my blog.
There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee
Does this picture inspire you to write something?
Let me Out!
By Tessa Dean February 2021
Mary Ellen pounded her small fists on the steel bars. She had been imprisoned by some maniac who lured her off the street and when she got close enough he grabbed her and threw her into the back of his van. He used chloroform to knock her out and pulled a large blanket out so he could sneak her into his basement through the door in his back yard.
For days on end she sat on the small pile of blankets and waited to see if he was going to let her out or even give her some food. She noticed a light come on and it lighted up a small spot in her cell. She was afraid, but she was also starving and she hoped he came bearing food.
A man she vaguely remembered walked into the basement and started towards her cell. He was silent and he hadn’t come bearing food. She wondered what he was up to. He had ignored her for days, possibly weeks. There were several bottles of water in the cell and she had drunk then sparingly for two reasons. One she didn’t want them to run out and two, well she would have to go to the bathroom and all he had left her was a bucket to use. It was full now and overflowing on the floor on the opposite side of the small cell.
She stared at him mutely. She didn’t want to say anything, but she wondered what he planned on doing to her.
Suddenly he grabbed his chest and fell to the floor just outside her cell door. He didn’t move or make a sound. She watched him for hours and just sat there quietly.
Days passed and he didn’t move. She was sure by now he was dead. The rats were coming to chew on the body and the smell became over-powering. Now what was going to happen to her? There was no more water and no other indication that there was someone else in the house.
She eventually just laid down on the pile of blankets. The rats were almost done with her captor and they were coming for her now. Each time she looked up they were a little bit closer. She thought about her family and knew they had missed her. Will her body ever be found she wondered. Not long now she thought as she drifted off into a slow death.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
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