Jenny’s Sprint to Freedom

/ Sheila McIntrye Good, Author
Photo by Stephen Baum

Photo by Stephen Baum

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.

31 thoughts on “Jenny’s Sprint to Freedom”

  1. Her desire for freedom shines through, innocent or not. I have to chuckle, since that mexican drug lord was just reported on the news, with his tunnel. I hope she has nothing to do with him. 😉

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    • Lol. Believe it or not, I thought of my story when I saw that, too. I’ll let the readers draw their own conclusions. I’m glad you liked and especially glad you stopped by and commented. Thanks.

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    • Aw, thanks Rosey for your kind comments. I like to write a story that gives the reader the freedom (no pun intended) to decide their own interpretation. So happy you stopped by the Cow Pasture and for taking the time to someone.

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  8. I liked this, the ambiguity of innocence (as Rochelle already stated) was well done (I note they were only ever ‘claims of innocence’) 🙂

    I do think this sentence is over-punctuated though:
    1) By the time, they discovered her empty cell; she’d be crossing the border
    seems like it should be
    2) By the time they discovered her empty cell she’d be crossing the border.

    Cheers
    KT

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    • Thanks for commenting, I’m glad you liked it. Of course fiction is much nicer than the truth and escape, well, we know how that end, at least in real life.

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