The chance to flee
Prompt: “Put that down.”
Contains: prison, threat, physical violence (implied), failed escape (implied)
The handle was smooth in his fingers, its natural texture dulled and polished from years of cracking convicts’ skulls.
Foreign, heavy, forbidden.
“C’mon.” Any minute now, the guard would lose patience. “Put that down.” He’d strike, and the chance to flee would be lost on the wind.
Not if he struck first.
Narrowing his eyes, the guard finished, “Before someone gets hurt.”
All he had to do: swing. Catch the guard on his temple. Break the skin, make him bleed. Return the favour for doing the same so many times before.
The guard lunged.
The club thudded to the floor.
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