I was on vacation in Mexico when I was taken hostage, well, me and about 5 other people, by three Mexican men. We were hidden in a seedy apartment on the edge of this border town. It was hot and crowded with a sickly stench.
They told us we were hostages and our freedom would depend on whether our loved ones paid them for our release. My heart was beating out of my chest. My parents were not wealthy people and I didn't know how they would come up with the money. These men were brutal.
I was curled up in the corner desperately praying for a miracle to get me and the rest of us out of this mess.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open and screams permeated the whole apartment and into the street. The Mexican authorities had found us and were there to release us from these mean, vile men. Tears came to my cheeks.
I was so relieved. All I could think of was, Thank you God for answered prayer!
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This is my 175 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt that is kindly photographed by our participants and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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