My latest for Flash!Friday Vol 3-21 based on the photo prompt. The story had to include a Catch-22.
I hang on for dear life, sweating.
I’d told him I had the keys to the kingdom. I promised to pass them on if he just let me out.
He believed me, so he did.
If I only knew then what I know now.
Hindsight’s twenty-twenty they say. Well hindsight doesn’t mean shit right now, because there’s nothing behind me but empty space.
I guess I should have keep my mouth shut.
What cruel irony life is. I didn’t belong there in the first place, but there I was, against my will, and here I am now, this fucking nut—my savior—just feet above me.
Needless to say, I overestimated my freedom. I was better off in the ward.
Hands tied behind my back, I clamp down as hard as I can, I mean really dig my teeth into it.
“Where are they?” he demanded of the keys. “You promised!”
I tried to swallow, but it’s hard when you have an exposed root between your teeth.
If I answer I’ll fall to the ground a thousand feet below.
He pulls out a gun and points it at me. “Tell me now or I swear by God I’ll shoot you.”