Snapshot by Rebel Farris

Author:Rebel Farris [Farris, Rebel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mad Lane Books
Published: 2018-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

Mapped

I hit the door like a linebacker, and thankfully it was unlocked. It swung open and bounced off the wall. Map, blanket, food. Map, blanket, food. I tossed my purse on the kitchen table, kicked off my mud-caked boots, and ran straight for the laundry room, grabbing a thicker but still lightweight wool blanket and a piece of rope that was in a basket above the dryer. The blanket should be enough to keep me warm and cushion the ground a bit, while still being somewhat easy to carry. I ran back to the kitchen and dropped it on the counter, laying it out flat so I could roll the food up into it the way we’d learned to pack stuff in Girl Scouts when I was a kid. I’d use the rope to cinch it up and make a strap, so it would be easy to carry.

My breath was wheezing in and out. I could barely feel the stitch in my side from all the running. Panic and urgency narrowed my brain’s depth of thought to only the necessary things for survival.

Get what I need, and get the fuck out.

I turned and flung open the pantry. I froze. In that split second, I remembered that I needed to get the map first. I didn’t want to get everything together and be in such a rush that I’d forget it. That map was the only way I’d make it out of here alive. My brain was already in hyperdrive, so forgetting it was a very likely scenario. I shut the door and turned on my heels to race up the stairs. It was still light enough outside that I could see my way around the space without turning on the lights. And I was thankful. Turning on a light up here could alert him from a distance that I was somewhere I shouldn’t be.

I rushed over to the guest room and grabbed the key. My hands were shaking so bad that it took several tries before I managed to pull it out. I slid on the floor in my socks in my rush to cross the hallway. My shoulder slamming into the door was the only thing that stopped me from crashing to the ground. The key bounced off the backplate several times before I managed to fit it in the hole. My hands were shaking in time with my racing heart. It sounded like a steady drumbeat pounding inside my head.

Grasping the handle, I twisted it, pushing inside. I halted in my tracks, my jaw slack, eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief. Everything was gone. All the boxes that lined the wall had vanished. The only thing left was the desk. Did he know I came in here? Had he been planning to clear it out all along and my absence gave him the opportunity? Where did he take them to?

I sent up a prayer that the map was still there before my feet stirred into motion and carried me across the room.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.