An Open Window
The suitcase lay open, like an invitation. Like a white flag.
How could he possibly choose between what to take and what to leave behind? Everything in the room was meaningless. His heart lurched as he grabbed at clothes and books. His hands touched his things, but he felt nothing stuffing them into the tiny space his whole word had become.
He knew they were coming, but the bangs on the door startled him anyway. He sprang towards the window, stuffing himself through with his case, his foot knocking the photo of Dora, her face forever etched on his heart.
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This makes me want to know what is happening, Who is this person and why is he fleeing, what is his relationship to Dora. Great setup for a much larger story, but sufficient unto itself as is. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteLots of angst this week for this challenge.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if the white flag signifies surrender, giving up, but am not sure who 'they' are.
A wonderful read. Gets the juices flowing. <3 <3 <3