PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
When the phone finally rang, her muscles turned to jelly. Waiting for the designated fifth ring, she slid down the wall until she was sitting, trembling, on the floor.
“You have failed. Miserably. We had such high hopes for you. Have you any explanation?”
“Nothing was where you said it would be,” she gasped, strangling on her own breath. “I tried. Really, I gave it everything I have.”
“Not quite. You will, though. Wait where you are. There is no place to run, no place to hide.”
And there wasn’t.