Captive

Xy and I were captured by radical Islamic terrorists and held in a large empty cloak room. We were there for hours and hours. We bickered. I was scared. It was very cold. We had a yellow sleeping bag, which we wrapped around ourselves to keep warm. I remember thinking that if our captors chose to take away the sleeping bag, I’d be psychologically devastated.

When I woke up, it was indeed quite cold in our bedroom, and Xy and I were curled up together under a pair of quilts.

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