Monday, April 6, 2015

A to Z: E is for Escape

For A to Z 2015 I will be posting flash fiction, all random, all the crazy musings of a crazy mind. Hope you like them.
E is for Escape
The girl sat on the train with her back pressed up tight against the seat. There were four others on the seat with her, the seat made for two. The girl knew none of them. Actually, that is not true. She knew they were escaping, like her. That is all anyone need know in times such as these. What told her, you may ask? Simple: They were silent.
The train, however, was not. It rattled and rolled down tracks laid centuries ago, by others looking for their own kind of escape. The bell sounded as the train came to a stop. She stole a quick glance to the boys to her right. Would they be brave enough to step off? Would she?
The bell sounded again once, twice, and the train began rolling. None of them had moved, and then one of them did. One of the boys darted out the nearest door.
The girl watched out her window to see his fate. Those next to her didn’t dare, and for good reason. The guards had him already, one on each arm.
The girl looked straight forward again. She had known that wasn’t her stop.