Monday's Knights of MicroFiction prompt was:
Your character is trapped in a space (of your choice). All they have with them is a broken coffee mug, an unlit candle and a cell phone with a dead battery. What happens?
Your entry cannot be longer than 400 words and we won't be taking entries after midnight on the 15th EST.
Little correction.
We won't be taking entries after 11:59pm on the 15th. So, if you haven't posted and you still want to join in, you still have time!
Anyway, here's my entry:
The Distraction
Asha weakly lifted her head. Every muscle in her body was either sore or
bruised and she’d almost given up hope for escape.
Almost.
The prison bars before her were only an
obstacle. What really kept her locked
inside was her mind. Her mental strength
wasn’t great enough to hope. Not until
now.
It must’ve been nearing five o’clock. The guards were less interested in her and
more interested in dinner. No one
admitted it, but clearly they weren’t equipped for a breakout.
Asha glanced up at the camera, keeping a
constant eye on her in the darkness. Now
was her chance.
Her fingers found the dead phone in her
pocket and she placed it on the lock to her prison cell. She took a deep breath. This had to work.
She glanced back up toward the camera, making
sure it was still watching. She could
only hope the guards behind it were doing the same. She took a seat in front of the broken glass
from the coffee mug she’d mistakenly been given. Her fingers quietly closed around a large
shard and she directed it toward her pocket.
Now, she just needed to light the
candle. In the next cell over, she spied
a few rocks. If she hit them together
hard enough, it might create a spark.
Carefully, she reached through the bars and
tried to grasp one.
Damn it.
Just out of reach.
She tried again, stretching her arm farther
than she thought she could. Her fingers
brushed the rock and she reached further.
The metal bars left tiny cuts in her shoulder as she relentlessly pushed
on.
The large door on the other side of the room
hissed open.
“Hey, you!” cried the guard. “Stop right there!”
She laughed to herself. Just on time.
She pretended to forget the rocks and rushed
to the phone. She lunged for it but the
guard was too close, now. He snatched it
from her reach and backed away.
“You turned your cell into a bomb?” He asked,
impressed. “Too bad the batteries are-“
She threw the shard of glass and it pierced
his throat with a sickening squelch. He
toppled over, his body convulsing a few times before going still.
She reached for the keys on his belt, smiled
bitterly then unlocked the door. Mission
complete.
***
Yeah, mine's on the longer end of flash fiction, so I hope you made it all the way through.
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Have a wonderful Wednesday!
--Jess
