The Kidnapping

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot 

I cracked my eyes open and knew the window was not mine.  The plants were not mine.  The bed I was lying on was not mine.  I had been hoping the events of the night before had been a strange dream, a nightmare even, but now I knew everything I remembered was true.  Everything I remembered had happened, but the one thing I could not figure out was why it had happened.  Why had Joseph thrown me into his car?  Why hadn’t he taken me home?  As soon as the singing started in the next room, I suddenly knew why. 

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