Photo credit Beth Carter
She was lying face-down behind the front seats of the dilapidated car.
The seats’ backside was shorn down to steel railings covered with rust which kept bumping into her as the car moved.
The tyre kept on the other side adding to her feeling of being crushed.
She lifted her head slightly to see that the kidnapper had gone out of the car, leaving his cap on the passenger seat, his goggles hanging on what could be called a dashboard had it been in a normal car.
And the only thing she could think was – Is this vehicle going to survive this kidnapping?
© 2013 Ankita Kala