Photo Prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple
Jenny muttered a prayer as she ran for her life. Only her footfalls echoing against the tunnel floor interrupted the blessed silence.
Following orders and listening well proved to be her salvation yielding privileges and the secrets to the tunnel underneath the prison. By the time, they discovered her empty cell; she’d be crossing the border.
She could almost hear the guard’s denials of involvement. No one believed her claims of innocence, least of all, her two tormentors; time the assholes got a taste of their own medicine.
Jenny sprinted toward the sliver of light and to freedom.