Another girl, who was "rescued" and deported, had been rented for the night by a guy who took her to his farm, had sex with her, and then made her clean his barn.
My God.
If only it were possible to have him experience the joys of being brutally buttfucked by bikers and then forced to clean all their bikes, to get some small sense of how utterly and totally he falls short of being, you know,
a human being.
I realise that this visceral response is not a constructive one, but, my God.
Anyway - ALL the drabbles have kicked ass, and I've been impressed by the diversity as much as by how strong they are.
OK ... an attempt at a drabble, my first. Silly and shallow.
Escape
The outdoors calls to me. I’m a predator, a hunter, a child of nature. I need to be free, to run. How dare they keep me locked up! Let me out, let me out, LET ME OUT!
“You want out? it’s raining – you hate being wet.”
Let me out! out! out! out!
“All right, go out. Let’s see how long you last.”
OUT! OUT! OUT!
I’m free! free to run, to hunt, to jump and climb! I’m free! I’m … I’m wet. It’s cold. It’s … big out here.
Let me in! let me in! LET ME IN!
Hee, I like that one a lot, Toddson. Not shallow at all! It's a fun romp from a different perspective. It's what makes drabbling so fun.
Thank you, ma'am. I heard "escape" and this is what popped into my mind.
Let me in! let me in! LET ME IN!
hits the floor laughing
You know what that brought to mind? The first time I stayed with Pete and Jilli, in the middle of a hellacious blizzard, and both cats were allowed to explore the back deck. The look on Trinian's face - "...the fuck is THIS crap...?!?" was memorable.
Escape
Billy had simple view of his job. He was burglar, with a well-known ability to get in and out of buildings. He had nothing against the detectives who arrested him, usually through the electronics and jewelry he spirited out of empty houses. They were, as he saw it, doing their jobs. At the county jail, they knew he stayed out of some odd commitment to the system. When the addition to the jail was finished, a detective who had developed a wary friendship with Billy asked him, as a favor, to test its security. He was out in 10 minutes.
For the Escape challenge:
The pain isn’t the worst she has ever felt. There has been far worse; it’s just a sharp twinge down her right leg that intensifies by the end of the day or if she moves the wrong way. What makes it different is that it is constant. The medicine her doctor gave her won’t ease, nor even lessen, this pain. Even sleep only brings brief moments of relief, in which it does not disappear, but her conscious mind is no longer aware of it. Sleep however is not a cure, and it is too frequently interrupted. There is no escape.
