Softly, quietly and quickly she opened the door onto the porch, to rain pouring down making puddles in the unpaved area around the house.
Quickly she donned her shoes that had been tightly held in her hands as she made her way through the dark house, and that done, she ran off down the road to freedom.
But where is freedom she asked herself when she had been trudging along the state highway for what seemed ages, all the while hoping for a lift but nobody had stopped to help her.
She had dreamed of getting away from him for so long and now here she was on her way but to where.
Soon he would realise that she had gone and come looking for her; and if he caught up with her would she have the spunk to attempt to escape again?
This is in response to the prompt at Five Sentence Fiction –
the word is SPUNK
and to see what others have written using
the prompt – SPUNK