Changing Cells-The Daily Post (Flash Fiction)

His grip was too tight, but she kept her head held high. Even though she knew the outcome, she would not shed tears. It was going to be more claustrophobic than the last time. Meals and showers monitored. If she got one hour of freedom, it was because she was exceptionally good. She heard the keys jingle as her door was locked. She had one shred of solace left, and he had no idea. The cell phone delivered by UPS overnight and she only needed it once. “Fuck him” she muttered as she finally dialed 911. It’s over.

Prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/flash-fiction/

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