Tasha sat inside the dark crate, feeling the motion of the waves far below, hearing the shouts of the crew. Nobody would find her here.
For so long, she waited for her chance, for her moment to slip away. Then it had come – an open doorway, a sliver of light in the darkness.
She had run, run until she could see the sea spread out before her like a glistening mirror, the ships buzzing like white and blue bees around the harbour.
The horn sounded and she smiled, feeling the ship lurch away from the dock.
She was free.
Word Count: 99
This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Fatima Fakier Deria for providing the prompt photo!