Flight [Five Sentence Fiction]
Pulling her already packed duffel bag out of the closet, she tip-toed through the kitchen towards the back door, holding her breath and pausing briefly when the old wooden floor creaked under her shabby moccasins.
Finally she exhaled and continued her quiet journey, sighing in relief as her hand reached the door, knowing she was almost free - finally.
Then she heard it, footsteps stomping down the stairs and her heart raced with panic as she fumbled with the knob..
His voice roared from the darkness, "Davina, where the hell do you think you're going?"