She slashes the rusted bayonet left, right, a wild flailing in the dark. She can hear her own breath, panting, hitching. Something is splattering against the walls with every swing of the broken steel. She’s yet to realize it’s her own blood, flying away from gashed palms.
He’s laughing again, a delirious undulation of elation and rage, and the sound skitters across the back of her shoulders, her naked neck.
“Please, Will.” She slashes again, sobs as she spins, meeting nothing.
He giggles wildly, soul caught along the bayonet’s edge, mirroring her as she moves.
She clings to the blade.
Author bio: Holly Karlsson is a storyteller and fervent mountain roamer. Her flash fiction can be found online at hollyjkarlsson.com.
Caught is part of 101 Fiction issue 21.