Monday, February 11, 2008
New Beginning 448
Samantha shivered and wrapped her jacket tighter. The moonless night was perfect for their escape plans. Except Roland was still in solitary. The lockdown window was two feet above her head. She jumped up, but couldn’t see into the cell. “Roland?”
Roland reached through the bars. “Take them and go.” He opened his fingers.
Samantha caught the rusty ring of keys. “But these are yours. You found them.” Reaching up, she twined her dirt-encrusted fingers with his. “I can’t leave you.”
“You have to, Samantha.” Roland shook off her fingers. “The Farmers pick new breeders tomorrow. Your time’s up.”
“But you’ll be alone.”
Roland chuckled. “Can you imagine those Farmers doing work? They’ll buy more slaves.”
“No more buts,” Roland said. “It’s my fault I’m in here. Have to learn to keep my mouth shut.”
“Oh, Roland. I love that you stand up to them.” Samantha turned away.
Safely out of earshot, she flipped open her cell phone. “Jessica, I got the keys to the Ferrari . . . No, no, he’s off in some fantasy land. Roots meets The Shawshank Redemption or something. Last time he was Zorro, and he was out of it for a week . . . I know I should, but . . . he's got a Ferrari. See you in an hour and . . . PARTY!”
Opening:: Sarah.....Continuation: Anonymous