THE PLAN

Present Time,

Hours had gone by and the skies maintained that blank grey and black hue state. It was like dawn was never going to approach.

Zeda had finally come up with a solution, and she hoped with all of her that it worked.

She had peeled the sheets off the bed and made tight knots by connecting the edge of one sheet to the other. She threw open the closet in search of extra sheets and when she found more, she knotted their edges with the ones she had made earlier.

When she was satisfied with her work, she tied the free end of the first sheet to the track of the curtain and when she was certain it was secure, she threw the windows open.

She had surveyed the compound from the direction the window provided. No guard had passed the grounds in a patrol since she had begun to tie the knots, and she could only assume that it was either they were in a meeting or that the guards moving about didn’t go through that corner of the building.