she knew she had only moments. her escape would be noticed soon and the dogs would be on her trail. her bag had been packed and hidden for days but her chance had finally come and the door was unguarded. she snuck past the gate somehow not waking the sleeping guard dog from his slumber. she could hear the dog now behind her he must have heard her after all. the guard would be after her as well. she had not gotten enough of a head start. she knew her escape had failed. she heard the words, ‘honey!, lunch time!’
This is my entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a story from the picture prompt in exactly 100 words.