Thank you Louise!
If I broke down my life into chapters, my best one would be this. Enjoying a sunny afternoon in my garden. Tending to my plants as they eat the remains of the man who has kept me hostage for fifteen years.
Has it crossed my mind to leave now that I was finally free? Yes, I have wondered about going back home, just to see how they would react seeing the little boy they sold to slavery all grown up.
But why waste a whole ranch?
When he became terminally ill, I saw my way out. Changing the will was simple enough, then I denied him food untill he agreed to sign it. Plus, everybody knows me here, he took me to the market when I was young all the time. Nobody asked why our skin tone didn’t match, no one asked about my tear-stained face.
I learnt pretty fast that everyone minded their own business in this small isolated town and that is what I needed, a Sanctuary .
Written as a weekly challenge hosted by Flash fiction for Aspiring Writers