At the stroke of midnight,while the world slept, Cia lay on her mattress,wide awake.
Her eyes wandered towards the tiny barred window.A dark sky and some meek stars stared back at her. She was as alone as they were.
She could hear the distant howling of dogs....they were free...she was not!
With a sudden movement she got up and sat straight.
She picked up the small piece of charcoal which lay on the floor of her jail room and started planning her escape...