Time had never passed so slowly

The leaves had slowly fallen off the trees

The bright hues a stark contrast to the muddy gravel that lay on the ground

The clouds drifted

The sun setting ever so slowly

The fridge opening and closing every few minutes

The sound of empty bottles piling in the trash

Maybe if she remained still he wouldn’t notice

She never dared to turn around

To gaze at anything but the window

Awaiting the perfect blue of the van

The one her grandmother promised to get her in

The last chance at escape

Yet the car never came

The engine never heard

The gate remained shut

And the door closed

Along with the chance at freedom