Escape (#fiftywords)

Wrinkled hands gripped delicate porcelain, trembling as memories invaded.
Would she never forget? The years of torture, despair, the perilous escape!
Time was gifted to her, but the past held her bound… there would be no escape; not until death freed her.
The porcelain shattered, sharp shards clutched tight.
Escape.

 


Fiftywords!


This is an entry for @jayna’s #fiftywords. The prompt this week is — gift — and instead of feeling the Christmas spirit, apparently this depressing thing wanted to show itself. 🙂

You can find the contest and join in, behind these blue words. 😀

I wasn’t too sure what to do for the prompt at first, but I knew that I didn’t want to do something Christmassy –that seemed a bit too typical, but I honestly tried to come up with a happy story! I searched Pixabay and hunted for images that would spark a tiny bit of inspiration, then I saw this pocket watch and the sentence, “Time. It was the greatest gift.” flew into mind. Cool, I thought, I can work with that.

Once written, it didn’t want to be a gift anymore. Woops.

 


Progress!


It started out like this:

Wrinkled hands cupped delicate porcelain, the scent of tea summoning memories long gone but never lost.
She smiled. It had been a fruitful life, hadn’t it? A sip of tea warmed her heart, though her flesh remained chilled.
It wouldn’t be long now.
Time was the greatest gift.

And then I thought to myself, what was this fruitful life? Secrets? Secrets!!

Wrinkled hands cupped delicate porcelain, the sweet scent summoning memories long lost.
She smiled; long lost, but never forgotten, and all of her secrets would die with her.
It wouldn’t be long now. Every tick of the clock was a second closer to the end.
Time was the greatest gift.

Then it all started getting a bit dark…

Wrinkled hands cupped delicate porcelain, the sweet scent summoning memories long lost.
Long lost, but never forgotten… the torment, agony, and unlikely escape. Had she truly escaped?
There would be no escape until the end, and it wouldn’t be long now.
Time was the greatest gift, and also a curse.

And before I ended up with the final result, this happened:

Wrinkled hands cupped delicate porcelain, trembling as memories invaded.
The cup fell, fracturing as her mind had.
It had been years; would she never forget? The torture, agony, despair… but she had escaped!
Her body escaped, but she remained trapped.
Time had been gifted to her, yet it was cursed.

 


 

The image I used for my header is a CC0 image courtesy of Pixabay.

Thank you for reading!! 🙂