He was small, but knew that if he got onto the tips of his toes he could probably lift the latch, open the rusty gate and walk away, but here in the enclosure, he felt safe and protected from the outside world.
He couldn’t remember how long he’d been here, but he’d counted 1034 steps to go all the way around. He’d eaten the candy bars as slowly as he could and only taken small sips from the bottle, but the crumpled wrappers and empty bottle beside the drinking trough were a reminder that he needed to make a decision soon.
Perhaps just one more round to check that the fence was secure.
Then, with the setting sun, he spied the man in the long black coat coming back.
He knew what to expect.
After, he would get more candy and if he was lucky, some coke.
He took the blindfold out of his pocket and held it out, arms stretched and trembling, for the man to snatch from him. (170)
Today marks my return to writing after a pause, due initially to my trip to Myanmar but then prolonged after the passing away of my Mum a few weeks ago. She is constantly in my thoughts and I’ve been busy preparing her funeral which will be held next week.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is an excellent weekly challenge.