The chains tightened their grip.

If she could just break free before he returned.

How long had she been trapped here?

It felt like her whole life. But there was a time before, when she was carefree and wild and full of joy.

That had been taken from her, beaten from her.

She tried once more to loosen the bonds.

Finally, some give. She managed to wriggle one wrist free.

She worked on the other one. This was her chance.

What was that noise? She paused, defeated. The metal chains rested.

Approaching footsteps echoed on the gravel path.


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Copyright Douglas L. McIlroy

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).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

This April I am taking part in the A to Z Challenge once again. My theme is a collection of stories from around the countries of the European Union, and you can find them here: A TO Z CHALLENGE 2018

96 thoughts on “CHAINED

  1. So funny – you commented on mine as I was here commenting on yours!

    She had the guts to try once, I’m hoping she will seize the next opportunity.
    Nice and tense buildup.

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  2. I like the way you use the chains both literally and metaphorically. To a certain extent we are all in chains. I wish her well as she struggles for freedom. We need never give up. Good write, Iain

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  3. I think perhaps she should Jessica Jones her way to freedom, superior strength breaking the chains! (Okay, too much Avengers.)
    Good story. I really like the way you’ve structured these past two flashes for Friday Fictioneers.

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  4. Haha I see what you did there! I’ve been following your A2Z blogs and they’re an inspiration for me. Then you go on and write something like this which is so effective while being this compact! Bravo! 👏👏

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  5. Yikes! I hope she eventually gets away, but somehow, the way the footsteps sound on the gravel and the “defeated” way she stops struggling makes me wonder if this was the end.
    Great story, very suspenseful.

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