Writing for Myself

No Escape

Based on the prompt “trapped.”

Priscilla Du Preez for Unsplash

Clarrisa tracked her child to the abandoned cabin in the woods, knowing his abductor had left him inside.

There wasn't a way in, yet she could partially see through the grimy window. Doors and windows were locked.

She heard a twig snap in the distance.

Then she saw the ax.

Channeling my inner Stephen King for this one while listening to some binaural beats. The picture I chose helped guide my story.

Thanks for reading!