An Excerpt of My Latest Short Story

For my first blog post, I decided to share an excerpt from the short story I am currently working on.

“Do you really think its possible?” Her voice quivered as she asked the question.

I turned away from her, towards the window which spared a brief glimpse of the urban skyline and pondered the easiest way to break it to her. They were no stars shining above, only brief glimpses of a full moon between the drifting clouds.

                        “I think it’s more likely that we’ll be killed.”

            “That’s comforting.”

I turned away from the window to see her lying on the bed. I knew that the situation weighed on her heavily, but I didn’t know what I could say to make her feel better.

            “No one’s ever left before. Once you’re in, you’re in for life.”

            “Why is that?” She already knew the answer, but I humored her anyway.

            “It’s too risky for the higher ups. If someone left the organization, that person could rat everyone out. That’s why they don’t allow runaways.”

            “And there’s no way to convince them to let us go? Not even a pinky promise not to tell?”

I chuckled a bit. Even in the worst of times, she could still make me crack a smile.

                        “I mean… I don’t know if anyone has actually tried that.”

            “We could be the first.”

            “And most certainly the last.”

            She sat up, clearly distressed. “So what? Are we just going to stay trapped here? Wondering when he will find out about us? When they’re going to kill us?

            Silence permeated the air.  It was the kind of silence that would’ve felt awkward with anyone else. But for us, it was normal, and comforting. It separated us from the rest of the world. These moments were fleeting though because one of us always had to break the silence.

            “Do you remember the night we first met?” I asked, hoping to draw her away from her despair.

            “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

            “And the song that played when we danced together?”

            “Stop.” Her voice cracked.

            Once again silence struck us both. And once again I felt that I had to be the one to break it.

            “It’s a long shot.”

            “I know.” Tears began to well up in her eyes.

            “But I think I know how we can get out of the country.”

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