Lynn gave us ‘Security‘ as our nudge today… As usual, I take a dark angle!

Coarse rope fibres dug into her skin, her tongue rough and dry against the rag wedged into her mouth.

He admired his handiwork. She was going nowhere.

The dressing room door stood open, revealing rows of designer clothes. Her perfectly manicured fingernails caught the sunlight in the mirror as she applied foundation to cover the bruises. The price of security.



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8 thoughts on “Security

  1. Fantastic! Love that the imagery is so clear. I can totally picture it. No idea what they look like but the situation… Yeah completely : amazing๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป

  2. Sorry for late reply, petal. Have to agree with my loving wife here – you told the story with great succinctness and that worked really well. I think it might be the bleak theme is highlighted by the pared down writing. Strong stuff, well told. A great entry X

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