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Pick me, Tammy silently signaled as the shaft in the ceiling opened, sunlight spilling in.
She had occupied a windowless cement room—along with 23 others—for the past 7 years.
A rope dropped down, landing at George's foot. He latched onto the rope, vanishing from the room and from their lives.
This is a #ZapFic50Friday entry, in which we were challenged to write a story in precisely 50 words. Word prompt: pick. Thank you to @freewritehouse for providing these awesome writing challenges!
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