Five Sentence Fiction - Abandoned

Lillie McFerrin's Weekly Flash Fiction Prompt - 'Abandoned'

This week, the picture prompted a sequel to a previous flash piece: 

  

She sat shivering, as much from the cold as from the shock of what they had done to her. Much like the bridge she had been used, abused and then discarded, left to rot, with her ripped clothing barely covering her bruised and broken body.

She huddled against a bare steal girder at one end, trying to find some kind of protection, or a sense of security from it, but none came; she felt exposed and fearful that they might return. She couldn’t face another round of them. It wasn’t so much the raping, it was the ways in which they insisted on humiliating her while doing it. 

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The original flash piece was written for the now defunct

Friday Picture Show, and earned an Honourable Mention :

She couldn’t look down, she was too terrified, and if it wasn’t for the sharp prod in her back she’d be paralysed too. She was thankful for the fog, which gave the illusion of ground just beneath the rope bridge and hid the distance across.

She trod onto the next wooden slat; it creaked and moved under her foot, making her pause. Another sharp prod; she could see the black rifle in her minds eye. She’d seen it when they’d caught her, and now she wondered what they were going to do with it when they reached the other side.