Fight or Flight
R. V. E. Hall
“Stop digging for a moment, will ya?” Lisa whispered-yelled to Two Peasant Women Digging Potatoes. “You’re making entirely too much noise.” She looked around the cold and uninteresting room that smelled of dry rot.
“It’s not like they pay any attention to us,” one woman called down from the painting as she leaned against her shovel. “We do this all the time and they know the sound by now.” She shook her head and went back to digging.
Lisa groaned and moved to the other side of the nearly empty room: a few pieces of furniture, Two Peasant Women Digging Potatoes, and curtain-covered windows. She slid into a corner of the room hidden by the shadows created where two bookcases met. In front of the bookshelves stood a mid-century modern desk with drawers on eit
