photo by Wynand von Poortvliet
My scars remind me of the rope digging deep into my skin, binding my wrists and ankles, chafing, burning.
I wear sweats to ward off the perpetual chill triggered by the memory of being imprisoned by the damp cinder block walls and the frigid cement floor.
Sleep alludes me and I avoid the dark as echoes of your foot steps and sinister laugh haunt me both day and night.
This is my offering for Week 17 of Three Lines Tales challenge hosted by Sonya of Only 100 Words.
Want to join the fun? Here’s how:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post.
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- NEW: If you want your post to be included in the round-up, you have until Sunday evening to publish it.
- Have fun.