With an ear pressed against the wall, she listened for movement. “It’s no use.” A woman sobbed, hugging her knees at the other side of the room.
“Shh, I’m going to get us out of here, you hear? Now, stop crying. We are strong women.” With child-like eyes, the woman swallowed.
She returned to listening for movement as the door swung open. The women shielded their eyes at the sudden brightness. A whip in his hand, the man surveyed the room full of frightened women and in one sweep, his eyes landed on her. “Take her.” He ordered his soldiers.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.