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.
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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?
Don’t know but it’s a weird picture.
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…
Guess Agent Davis is not that good at his job. Interesting take on a prompt.
True, he should of had one of the other agents check on her.
Does look a bit wild and woolly – but if Jennifer wanted to be alone, she had an entire tower to do it in! I really like this take on the prompt.
Problem is they always follow her. She never is truly alone with the other agents around.
Wow! Really strong story! I like it!
Thanks. It was one of those times the story just flowed out.
Dear Cole,
A unique take on the prompt. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks
Cole, People never seem to listen to the voice of reason. Unfortunately, she discovered that too late. Good and well written story. 🙂 —Susan
True being bored should never trump safety.
Interesting take on the prompt. Nice to see yet another side.
Thanks