“This can’t be happening. None of this is real. This is a dream. I’m going to wake up now.” And I wait, but nothing changes.
The rear seat of the police car is uncomfortable; the stench, overpowering. The cuffs pinch my wrists, confirming the reality of my situation. I choke on the bile rising in my throat, wondering if I can hold it down or if I’ll find myself an unwilling contributor to the foulness closing in on me.
Like a video running at triple speed I replay this morning’s events. Nothing makes sense. There must be some mistake.
This post is inspired by velvetverbosity.com 100 word challenge. This week’s word: “Cuffs”.
Wow. I’m dying for more details!
Visiting from 100 Words … Well done!
sounds like quite a back story on this one. 🙂
Excellent 100 words. You’ve really drawn me into the story and made me want to know more.
What HAS she gotten herself into?
I really liked this! Wish it were 500 words so I could know more!
Thank you! I’m really enjoying these exercises! I’m glad I’m not actually incarcerated.