In some way--she does not know how--the man does not see her. She spends no time trying to understand, but searches for a way to free her son.
It takes time, long enough for her to hear that this man, though he does not seem alarmed that her children are imprisoned, may yet be an ally. That is good. This is a place foreign to her (though she fears she knows what it is all the same).
At last, she finds a latch on the side of the cell. She presses her fingers against it--
They pass through it.
She claps both hands to her mouth and tells herself, over and over, to breathe.
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Date: 2016-06-22 12:14 am (UTC)It takes time, long enough for her to hear that this man, though he does not seem alarmed that her children are imprisoned, may yet be an ally. That is good. This is a place foreign to her (though she fears she knows what it is all the same).
At last, she finds a latch on the side of the cell. She presses her fingers against it--
They pass through it.
She claps both hands to her mouth and tells herself, over and over, to breathe.