The Escape

Make a new plan, Stan. Yup, a new plan.. That’s what she was doing, all right.

The dirty dishes, the stinking laundry, the crap she took every day of her miserable life...she was leaving it all behind for someone else to deal with. She hummed louder as every mile made her feel lighter, better than she’d felt, ever. Did she love them? Well, yes, but they didn’t love her, and that was what counted. All they ever did was want things from her.

“Dammit,” she uttered when a thumping bump reached her ears, and she pulled the ancient, gray Ford over to the gravel. “Just when I was getting along fine,” she muttered through gritted teeth. She climbed out and went around the vehicle, thin face creasing in confusion as she pushed limp, brown hair away from her face. “Where’s the flat,” she asked the humid night air and felt stupid. She jumped when she heard it again.

“Oh, shit.” The trunk. “Oh, dammit.” She began to cry and fell to her knees, sobbing as only a heartbroken woman can sob.

“Hey, sis,” muffled giggles wafted through the dark, Georgia night. “We fooled ya, huh? Now let us out!”


Word Count: 200
Plot: She thinks she has escaped...