The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

The chains on the cell doors rattled and footsteps echoed. She gatherd her hospital gown and quickly lowered herself from her precarious perch, scrambling back against the cement wall. Was it her turn?

**this is for the Trifextra 33 word challenge, Trifecta Writing Challenge, theyΒ provided the first 33 words, and I did the rest**