The Door Girl, Part 15

I remember coming home from school one day and watching soaps with my mom. I can’t recall if it was Days of Our Lives or One Life to Live. But I do remember that a woman had been kidnapped and was being held by her captor in some sort of a dark cellar that actually contained a large steel cage she was kept in.

        One day, he let her out to eat and she took the fork he had given her and stabbed in in to the fatty tissue of his hand. As he stood there, grappling to get the prongs out, she ran up the stairs and in to the freedom of daylight. There were cars and sunlight and people and life. I remember imagining what she must have felt like.  

I was the man with a fork in my hand and Sarah Davey was free. I could never fault her for running.