Light at the End of the Tunnel

 

There would be no escape.

That was it then. She’d gotten turned around somehow. Night clawed at her bare legs, ripped through her thin, cotton gown.

She’d never been afraid of the dark but, tonight, it had teeth. It chewed her psyche, swallowed her hope of leaving this place.

A spot of light caught her eye. The beam from a flashlight bobbed just beyond the gate. A hand stuck through the bars, dangling keys from its fingertips.

She ran to the light, laughing.

They’d catch her and she’d be back here but no matter. First, she’d have her revenge.

 

The weekly 99-word Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch

 

January 21, prompt: Clichés – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that rephrases: “light at the end of the tunnel”.

 

36 thoughts on “Light at the End of the Tunnel

  1. Ooh, so spooky. Where is she? What revenge will she wreak? Why doesn’t she mind she’ll be back in there?
    I’ve got one scenario in mind, but I’m not sure why someone would have a key to release her.

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