Bob had a plan, it wasn’t the best of plans, but it was a plan.
First he had to escape this room and after that, he had to make his way down the parade to the West Pier and finally once he overcame his fear of water board the boat that waited, then, he would finally be free.
Bob, who was overly cautious by nature, knew that the others thought he’d gone mad when he discussed his plan with them, but he craved more that this life of ease.
Sitting himself at the back door he started step one.
© Deb Whittam 2020