ANDREA
He has left me again.
My wrists ached from tirelessly working them together. I had spent the time I was alone loosening the rope. When one of my hands slipped out last night, joy burst through me and I made sure I got freed by dawn. I worked the rope together in the dead of the night while my captive was sleeping on the couch.
I hadn't moved since then. I stayed still, arms folded behind me. I smiled when he returned that morning. I even laughed at his horrible joke of slicing a day old chick's neck and breaking its nose. I listened, I pretended that what he said wasn't gross.
He came to sit with me at eye-level that morning and said, "You remind me of someone. She had soft eyes like yours. She was my first love.”
I nodded, just a little to let him know that I was listening.
