Morning all, coffee is on because I managed to set the automatics timer. Woot Go me. I feel more normal with it brewing. Still let’s just jump right into the morning prompt. Fifteen Minutes. Let’s go.
Huh more criminals this week, maybe it is too much time at the courthouse.
Wednesday, May 7th: He prayed it would hold.
He prayed it would hold. He looked at the three ropes stretched across the chasm. They were in a v formation. On point lower for him to walk on and two higher to serve as hand holds. It was, in it’s way a rope bridge.
‘I would have preferred some sort of ancient rope bridge from an adventure tale,’ he thought as he took hold of the two upper ropes and slid his foot on the lower rope. As he began inching his way across the bridge, delicately placing one foot in front of the other, he thought about those bridges.
‘Thery were always scary but the hero only lost a couple of boards as he crossed. The wood giving way.’ Here there was no weight and he knew if a rope snapped he would be none for.
‘Oh they only broke when he stopped and looked down,’ Charlie remined himself in an effort to calm his own fears about he ropes. He kept his gaze fixedly on the other side of the chasm refusing to look down let the ropes decide that was the time to snap.
‘Admittedly I am not much of a hero,’ he thought as he inched his way across the open space. He searched for something that would keep him from thinking of the vast empty space between the bottom of the rope and the sharp looking rocks below.
‘Heros generally tend to get involved in matters due to a sense of right. They see bad things happen and they try to stop the bad things,’ Charlie told himself. ‘They don’t assume they are working with upstanding individuals only to be blindsided by their boss.’
Charlie felt heat creep tohis cheeks. All these years and he at no point thought anything untoward was going on at work. All the books balanced, all of their clientele seemed like regular people. There were no caricatures of criminals or suspicious behavior.
‘I suppose that if it is considered white collar crime then everyone looks like a normal business man.’ Charlie thought. He continued inching his way forward even as his mind conjured up the chuckling image of a fat man in a suit with a walrus mustache and a fat cigar. In his mind the fat man was chuckling over evicting orphans from an orphanage.
‘Okay that probably came from some sort of cartoon,’ he admitted. He was fairly certain Buggs Bunny was in that one. ‘Wearing a pink bonnet maybe,’ Charlie thought.
The thing was, there wasn’t any of that. Nothing seemed out of place until a few days prior. Then, when things started to go sideways, he found out several new and enlightening things about the company he worked for. They weren’t good things and Charlie wished he could erase them. He wished he could have avoided taking the trip that led him to this place as well. Not that it wasn’t a bad place. It wasn’t the evil camps filled with militaristic people trying to overthrow governments.
It looked like a corporate retreat. The people here looked like they were waiting for a golf game, Charlie was certain this rope bridge had once been part of the obstacle course. ‘Not that anyone here is taking advantage of the course,’ Charlie thought. It was why the ropes, along with everything in this section looked warn and uncared for. It was also the only way down the south side of the compound. The North was heavily patrolled and monitored. If he wa going to get out it had to be this way and he had to be quiet enough not to attract notice.
Even with his new enlightenment about the company, he was surprised how quickly things took a turn.’ Even this morning, he hadn’t been contemplating escape. Then George arrived.
Ten til Midnight 