• the_novel_idealist

25 September 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday


A rush of water fell over me. The taste of saltwater, and blindfold still tightened almost as securely as the bindings merging my hands, confirmed I was still under their command.


It was a marvel that I had convinced them to go this far, a marvel that I had persuaded them, in return for my son’s safety, that treasure awaited them through the death-defying waters. Nevertheless, they survived; I survived.


My son was safe, but my creativity once inside the cave was far from it.


Offering no guise of comfort, they grabbed me from my position and led me inside.