Daily Short Stories from The Penned Sleuth

Stolen Time “We need to move now!” She yelled over the noise of the machinery. “Run through this door and leave them behind!” “I can’t!” I yelled back. I held onto my child’s hand as I heard the cruel scoff behind me. When I turned back to look, I saw her for a brief second as the door closed, the locking mechanism clanked into place. My daughter held my hand firmly for a moment, but soon I felt nothing in my hand. When I looked down, she was gone and there was silence. I was alone now, alone on a floor of an old hotel. https://www.thepennedsleuth.com/