OneWord - Ticket

OneWord is a writing propmt that calls for brevity - and clarity. You get 60 seconds to write about the word given. The word? Ticket:

She clutched the slick rectangle to her chest, like a terrified bride who presses a bouquet to hers. Hot tears leak from tired eyes, breaths come in hiccups. There’s no time. Not time to call, not time to explain. The bus is rolling up. Her escape from the city, from him, the rain of blows that came. And they always came. “not anymore,” she whispers, drown out but the rumble of diesel engines.

3 comments:

shraddha said...

she thought it was the ticket to her freedom...

little did she know what lay ahead..

dependent personality trying to run away...

Donna said...

Oh no, no, no ... I must disagree with shraddha. If she thought it was the ticket to her freedom - it was. If she was doing it for any other reason - it wasn't.

However, IF she were doing it for another reason, she would have taken the time to call and explain to everyone and anyone who would listen, not to mention, who would alert him!

She was determined.

Okay ... I'm reading WAAAAY too much into this, aren't I??

Hell, I can't even write a comment in 60 seconds!

rebecca said...

short, yet, a complete story. well done.