I remember enjoying the crisp fall day. I remember a squirrel barking at something from his perch in the tree near the porch. I remember the breeze sending a rain of yellow leaves down on the lawn. That is all that I remember until I woke up in the crate.
The dampness of the crate and the way things moved made me suspect that I was on the water. The muffled sounds around me were faint and foreign. I knew I was in trouble, but it would be a while before I realized just how much trouble.
Instinct had me check my pockets for something – anything – that might be able to help me from the dark place where I was now trapped. My cell phone, my keys and everything else that tied me back to that crisp day on the porch were gone. It seemed impossible, but it sure felt like that crate got even darker in that moment.
A faint spear of light managed to pierce one corner of the crate. I was thankful for the last few months of yoga because it would take some serious maneuvering to make use of that crack. The twisting rocked the crate enough that it should have attracted attention, but no one noticed or cared. The darkness now seemed to be sucking out the oxygen around me.
The first look was of nothing but other crates. I twisted a little more and saw what I took to be the edge of a ship. Footsteps closed in and I managed to rock the crate and cry out, but the steps faded without even slowing. Any hope of getting help faded with those steps. I was alone, with no idea of where I was, no idea of how I had gotten into the darkness, and no idea of what I would do next.
This story started in a chat room tonight. We were discussing phishing scams that come through emails and someone mentioned one that came from a friend that said she was stranded in foreign country with no passport and no money. Someone else mentions that it would make a great plot to a book – and the writers were off.
Stories hide all around us – it is just a matter of grabbing hold and capturing the images that dance through the mind. Some are worth sharing, some give birth to even larger tales, and some are just there to keep the fingers limber until the next image dances through.
Share your tale from this single prompt:
A woman is stranded in a foreign country with no wallet, no cell phone and no money. Comment back and we will create a list of all the great ways our minds DO NOT think alike.