by CHARLIE ROGERS
Diamond Mine by Kelly Michals | Flickr
If I’m being honest, this is not how I expected my day to go.
I regain consciousness in a place that is not my hotel room, with my hands fastened behind my back, strapped to a frigid metal chair. I’m in my tighty-whities and the rest of my clothes are very much missing. Looking around, I find my girlfriend, Amelia, next to me, unconscious and bound in the same fashion, but she’s wearing winter hiking gear. Did I get that for her? We always plan to take hiking trips more or ever. I’m an aspirational gift-giver, so, maybe?
I give my head a quick shake. Focus.
by LEAH MUELLER
Escape From Spiderhead
George Saunders / The New Yorker
Behind the Hand -Keoni Cabral-Flickr
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