Freed Captives

My legs are heavy and breathing irregular. I am walking in a daze. The last few hours went by like a muscle-numbing nightmare. My nostrils are filled with the smell of overflowing toilets, muck swimming on the floor. Blood splattered all over me. It’s not mine. But of an old man who tried to fight them. They shot him right before my eyes and in panic, I couldn’t control my bladder any longer. I hadn’t used the toilet for seven hours.

“Ma’am. Are you alright?” I heard a voice floating from afar. I responded with a nod.

“Don’t worry, it’s over. We have a team of doctors waiting in the lobby. They’ll take care of you,” the blurry face whispered into my ear.

“Can you give me some fresh clothes, first? Mine smell of blood and urine.” My voice still trembling.

“Of course. Let me carry your bag. Take deep breaths. You’re in shock.”

They laid me on a bed. The doctors were examining me. I could hear them talking in hushed tones.

“They were held captive for 18 hours. One from the rescue squad, two in-flight passengers, two cabin crew members, and all the five hijackers are dead.”

 

199 Words

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

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10 thoughts on “Freed Captives

    1. Thanks :). It’s been ages since you visited my page, Ellen. I was missing your comments on my blogs. How are you? By the way, I saw you on Nowhere Ink today. Glad that we are part of the same group now 🙂

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      1. Ahhh! I am a bit blughhh! and can’t always write or read. But I am better than I was a year ago and am writing on good days. I am sorry you have been neglected 😯 not on purpose I promise. I will give you a wave on NI next time I see you 😉😂

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      2. It’s all good, Ellen. We writers go through these good and bad day phases. Happens to all of us I am sure. There are days when I rack my brain and still can’t come up with a decent line and then when I am least expecting it, something incredible just pops out of nowhere 🙂 NI is an excellent hub of artistic talents, sourced from all over the world.

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      3. Sorry fat fingers posted too soon. X A forever genetic condition i have to live with takes my brain function fogs the thought. A bugger but i am learning to work when I can. 😁😉

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