Labuki’s eyes adjusted to the dark room as the door closed behind her. She could smell dirt and dust. She felt the cold cement walls and slowly edged around the new space.
Her foot hit a round, hard object on the floor. Using her hands she felt the circular object. A handle protruded from the top of it. AÂ traditional hand mill, she thought. Was she now expected to make food for her captors?
She picked up the heavy lid of the mill, she handled the wooden stick used for turning it, she beat the stick into her palm. Now she had the means to fight back.
Labuki crouched waiting for the door to open again.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE).  The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above, thanks to Sandra for the photo this week).
For more stories based on this prompt, visit HERE.
IAIN KELLY 
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