The light peeked through the cold bars as she fluttered her heavy eyelids, dark and drooping.
She hadn’t eaten the rotten bread they served for three days and the walls of the cell were closing in on her.
She hugged her knees to her chest and dug her nails into her thighs, wanting to feel the pain and blood.
She wanted to drown out the sounds of the pounding of the hammer on the stone and the constant cackling of her cell mates.
Central jail did not agree with her and she wanted to flee the wretched place.
This week’s Five Sentence Fiction prompt is Isolated.
This post is a part of Five Sentence Fiction (Lillie McFerrin).