“Jetzt. Gehe!” the man orders, signaling to the hole in the basement where, incredibly, freedom awaits. Its existence was only whispered to me last week and now here we are; ready to risk everything.
“Be good!” I say, kissing our baby.
“Go!” orders my husband, who will follow behind.
The tunnel is dark and muddy as a rabbit hole. Above, sounds from the world we’re fleeing filter through; spies, tanks, patrolling soldiers. I keep crawling until finally I reach the other side, and as they pull me out I’m laughing and crying and nothing will ever be the same again.
Liz McGrath is a budding poet and flash fiction writer. She lives and works in London as a Senior Creative Copywriter. She studied English at Cambridge and recently graduated from Birkbeck with a Creative Writing MA. She is currently working on her first poetry chapbook and drinking too much coffee. Twitter: @McGrath_Writes.
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