Rescued: An Allegory [Short Story]

By Tracy Higley

Christian Allegory
In an adventure reminiscent of the Christian life, one girl struggles to find her way out of the dungeon, beyond the perils of the journey, to the Kingdom that awaits.

BONUS MATERIAL:
Each of the six chapters includes questions for reflection, suitable for individual use, or for discussion in a book club, Bible study or small group setting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tracy Higley
• Release date: Mar 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301920907

Tracy Higley

Tracy L. Higley started her first novel at the age of eight and has been hooked on writing ever since. She has authored ten novels, including Garden of Madness and So Shines the Night. Tracy is currently pursuing a graduate degree in Ancient History and has traveled through Greece, Turkey, Egypt, Israel, Jordan and Italy, researching her novels and falling into adventures. See her travel journals and more at TracyHigley.com

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Rescued

Tracy Higley

Copyright Tracy Higley 2014

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PART I

She never knew how long she’d been in chains. Even years later, when the stench of her dungeon home visited her only in nightmares, and the angry scars on her wrists had faded to gentle pink, she could not work it out, how long she had spent in that dreadful place.

For as horror-filled as the dungeon was, it had become her home, and like any home it had woven itself into her very being, into the fabric of the person she believed herself to be.

She could never please them there. It mattered not how she tried, and she did try, at least for a time, to gain their approval. Bow and scrape a little lower, girl. Clean up that putrid mess there, girl. Speak up, shut up, stand here, stand there, stand nowhere at all. And the days in bondage turned to years, and the calls of you, girl faded as she became a woman and still she wore her chains and still she wore her shame.

In the night, in the night she often dreamed of freedom. And in her dreams, it was almost near enough to touch, to taste, near enough to catch its distant scent and hear its far-off music.

In the mornings, with freedom’s whisper echoing in her ears, she vowed that today would be different. She would wear her chains proudly, with dignity and grace. But by nightfall her chains had pinned her dignity to the mud and scraped away any grace she might have gathered.

She longed for a better life.

She knew there was no escape.

And the years passed. Each day gripped the heels of the day before and dragged itself miserably into the next.

And then one day there came a word. A whispered word, with echoes of her dreaming in it.

Purchased.

Her jailer, a