Jennifer’s Safe Haven


Photo Copyright: Bjorn Rudberg

After hours of shadow games first by plane then by car, Jennifer and the agents arrived at the safe house.

She folded her arms across her chest, while she glared at special agent John Davis. “How long do we have to stay here? This place is a dump.”

“It’s not the Ritz Carlton but were more concerned with keeping you alive.”

Five months later Jennifer was on edge. Desperate to be alone, she climbed out the bedroom window one morning before sunrise. Within an hour she was lost. Her body was discovered a week later ravaged by animals and the elements.

15 thoughts on “Jennifer’s Safe Haven

  1. I know that this has nothing to do with the story…but what is up with that photo? Is that house crammed up next to a dam? Was it washed away in a flood and sort of planted there?

  2. I think there are a thing called too safe…

    Since I took the picture — the construction above is the road, and houses on the very hilly island of Madeira are built like that.. Below the road you enter on the topmost floor.. if it’s built above it’s sometimes partially carved into the mountainside…

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