This is the sixth post in a series about the time when, as a teenager, I was held hostage. If you’ve missed the earlier posts, here they are: How I Got Drawn In, A Minister’s Son, The Knife, The Rope, and Breaking Free and Breaking Down. Do read them first and then come back! That night, I couldn’t bear … Read More
Breaking Free and Breaking Down
This is the fifth post in a series about a time from my teens when I was held hostage. If you’ve missed the first three posts, here they are: How I Got Drawn In, A Minister’s Son, The Knife and The Rope. Do read them first and then come back! It is so dark in this empty street, with deserted … Read More
The Rope
This is the fourth post in a series about a time from my teens when I was held hostage. If you’ve missed the first three posts, here they are: How I Got Drawn In, A Minister’s Son and The Knife. Do read them first and then come back! I was quiet and sensitive as a child. To escape from the … Read More
The Knife
This post is the third in a series about a dangerous situation from my teens. If you haven’t already done so, I suggest you start by reading the first two posts, How I Got Drawn In and A Minister’s Son. The knife he is holding is pointed at me. “Don’t try anything,” he says. “This is crazy,” I say, hoping … Read More
A Minister’s Son
This post is the second in a series about an incident that happened in my teens. If you haven’t already read it, I suggest you read the first post, How I Got Drawn In before reading this one. It seems wrong not to trust him. His father is a minister, his older sister is my sister’s friend, and his younger … Read More
How I Got Drawn In
It begins in a dance hall, dark and noisy, with dancers packed so closely that elbows and feet collide. On this island, the dancing begins when the pubs close at ten, and ends at midnight when Sunday begins. My friend Abby* and I are dancing with two young men. We are out on a late pass from the school where … Read More
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