“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 100 word challenge. This week’s word: “Cuffs”.

About Fran Hart

Disciple of Christ, earning a living as the director of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company, managing an engineering organization while carving out time to write. Wife, Mother, Grandmother.
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6 Responses to Innocence

  1. Clew says:

    Wow. I’m dying for more details!

    Visiting from 100 Words … Well done!

  2. barbara says:

    sounds like quite a back story on this one. 🙂

  3. Tara R. says:

    Excellent 100 words. You’ve really drawn me into the story and made me want to know more.

  4. What HAS she gotten herself into?

  5. I really liked this! Wish it were 500 words so I could know more!

  6. Fran Hart says:

    Thank you! I’m really enjoying these exercises! I’m glad I’m not actually incarcerated.