The Time Travel Machine…Part 8

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Escape!

I am sorry that this post is so late….school has been kind of busy for us. 🙂

Emma squeezed her eyes shut. Think! she urged herself. Come on, think! Emma’s eyes fluttered open. “I’ve got it!” she yelled excitedly. Marian glanced around the room and gave Emma a warning look.

“Shhh!” mumbled the old man in the bed.

Emma lowered her voice to a whisper. “Oh, right. Sorry.” Her cheeks burned a bright red color. “Anyway, I think I figured out how to escape, Marian….so here’s my idea: I tell the guard I have to go to the bathroom-he let’s me out to go-and I actually escape. It’s perfect!”

Marian stared at her with amusement. “The bathroom’s over there,” she said with a wave of her hand.

Emma glanced at a dirty curtain tied to the wall with a string. The “bathroom” was tucked away in a cob webbed corner, a few steps away.

“Behind that curtain?” Emma asked with disgust.

Marian nodded. “Okay, cross out that idea!” Emma said, discouragement filling her voice.

“Hey! Wait! I think I might have an idea,” Marian said, with a mysterious smile. “How about we crack that window open, and sneak out into the hole? Now, that’s perfect.” Emma tapped a finger to her chin.

“Hmmm…I don’t know. If the guard hears us, he’s going to kill us…and we kind of want to live. So, how about we dig a hole in the dirt floor here”-Emma tapped the dirt with her foot-“and dig all the way to the hole?”

Marian’s eyes lit up. “Let’s do it!”

Emma grinned, and began pacing the room. “Hmmm…shovel, shovel, shovel. Ugh! No shovel anywhere!” Marian silently searched behind her partner.

“Hey, Emma! Will this work?” she asked, holding up a long stick. Marian took a piece of flat wood and attached it to the stick.

Emma nodded vigorously. “That’s perfect!”

Very diligently, Emma began tossing away dirt with the “super scooper”, as Marian had named it.

Emma poked the stick’s flat top into the smooth, wet dirt, and scooped it upward. Then she kept going. Six hours later,  there was a large enough tunnel for a child to crawl through. Emma was working very hard, even though she was pooped.

Marian was also working hard, constantly checking for any un-invited visitors, especially guards. When at last they had finished, the tunnel was quite lengthy, and dark. Yet, nevertheless, the plan worked.

The two girls carefully crawled through the under-ground tunnel, watching for any snakes or spiders. As Marian was following Emma, her knee landed on something sharp. She let out a yell of pain, and looked down to see the remainders of a plate. “Are you okay?” Emma asked with concern. With a laugh, Marian picked the plate up, and tucked it into the wall of the tunnel.

“I’m fine… it was just a plate.” Emma nodded, and turned away. After awhile, Emma whispered: “Almost there,” Marian peered over her shoulder.

After awhile, Emma whispered: “Almost there,” Marian peered over her shoulder, and saw that she was right.

They really were almost there.

To be continued…

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4 thoughts on “The Time Travel Machine…Part 8

  1. Mike Adamson says:

    Allison, you have a smart dad. I’ve never heard of Chekov’s gun. Maybe he can explain Ockhams Razor and Schrodingers cat to you next. I liked this post. You made me smile and left me hanging. Now we’ll just have to wait and see what happens with “Allison’s Plate”.

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  2. Erik Segalini says:

    Another trademark cliffhanger. You keep us coming back! I wonder if Emma and Marian will use the broken plate for something. A famous Russian playwright, Anton Chekov, once wrote, “Remove everything that has no relevance to the story. If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it’s not going to be fired, it shouldn’t be hanging there.” This literary rule is known today as “Chekov’s gun.” No pressure of course. Just some free literary expertise for my talented author. (I love reading your blog.)

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