FRAGRANCE OF THE NIGHT
Anne didn't want to use the door, it might alert her kidnapper. The windows were open, she walked carefully and looked down. She was on the first floor of the story building, and climbing down was made easier.
She pulled the sheet from the bed and tore some parts of the curtains. She tugged on it making sure it was tied enough to hold her weight.
She tied the edge of the leg of the table and draped the sheet over the window. She climbed down the walls with skills she had picked up in the summer camp she went to during a school vacation years ago.
Anne's heart raced as she descended the makeshift rope, her fingers gripping the fabric tightly. The night air was crisp, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins fueled her determination to escape.
