Running away was easy, all she had to do was pack a bag, wait for them to go to sleep, and slip out an open window.
She’d done it before: she thought she was good at it, but always, always, they found her; this time she was sure would be different.
Seizing the moment, she lifted the shade and the sash and climbed out the window dropping silently to the ground a few feet below.
Watching where her feet landed with each step, she lifted them as carefully as she put them down.
Further and further she went, looking behind her more frequently than was necessary, lifting her head, letting the wind hit her face, she congratulated herself for getting this far.
It was just the other side of Statesboro when the truck stopped beside her and the driver said, “Hey hon, want a lift?”
Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.
This week’s prompt was lift.