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Time Ticks
Time is running.
Out. That’s the challenge, Hallie
knows. The djinn cheers from below –
mocking; miniscule in proportion from her height, arms stretched above, taking
the strain. The rope is hard; unyielding
between her fingers. Has created
callouses and burns on her palms already.
She slid down more than once, before she got the knack. Precious seconds wasted, never to
return. Tock post tick. The premise is simple – the escape hatch
above. Glass without ceiling – an irony
not lost on her; unattainable as it may be.
Hallie has yet to near it.
Onwards. Upwards. Reaching with rhythm, hand over hand. Seems so simple, save for that little
detail. The one left unspoken. The flames flicker brightly; catch her eye
cast upwards, as they burn through the hessian.
Anyone’s guess how long before it breaks. Before the inevitable fall. Hallie hurries, hand over hand over
hand. It’s a long way down.
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Another VisDare challenge. The word prompt this week was "escape".
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