Six Sunday #12
Her body vibrated, as if her very bones felt the nearness of freedom. She had no idea where the warehouse was located or if she could survive long enough to find help, but even if she died, she’d die free.
The door creaked open at the touch of her fingertips. She managed to stand, slowly, shakily, and take a step out into the bright white ether. She savored the heat on her upturned face, the light wind that stroked her greasy hair. She’d made it.
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