The Escape

They didn’t understand. They had never understood. They locked her in this dismal room with its rickety table and the hard box bed, no window, no comfort, the electric socket mocking her with its emptiness (they thought). And they let her keep her book.

Idiots.

It didn’t have any words in it so they didn’t see it as a danger and so they left it with her.

And then they were puzzled. Why wasn’t she distraught? Why wasn’t she curled up, rocking from side to side like these people usually did when the words were taken away? Why was she sitting there straight-backed, relaxed?

She was not there. The straight-backed, relaxed body was just a shell.

The spirit was standing under a starlit sky, the new moon bringing with it the promise of new beginnings and new adventures.

If they were expecting sport when they came back to her cell they would be disappointed, she was not there, her mind had already escaped over the rainbow.