Trapped behind the captive doors, a struggle not knowing how to
escape.
Right then, I heard
footsteps, the wrath in me hoped it was death.
Two hands progressed that said in a firm voice "Come with
me".
I have never experienced a touch that sheltered me.
Contributing towards Five Sentence Fiction – Secure
Genre: Fiction
Word: Secure
Line Count: 5 sentences
Thhanks for a great read
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