55 Fiction: Blind Faith
‘Don’t worry,’ they’d said. ‘What you don’t know won’t hurt you.’
She’d trusted them and allowed them to pack her bags.
She sits now in the Bali airport cell, flanked by two guards and bags of methamphetamine worth over a million dollars.
‘I’m seventeen,’ she says. ‘I don’t know anything. My parents packed my bags.’
(c) Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (2 August 2016)
This has been written for Day 2 of the BarAThon Challenge at Blog-a-rhythm