Ransomed

The empty hummingbird feeder in the basement's darkest corner.. annoyed her.. The ancient Chinese checker board with only seven marbles.. was even worse.. It lay on the table as if it's players had just this minute vanished.. and would shortly return to challenge her to a game.. Though every fibre of her being screamed escape.. She could only sip water and stare at the silly marbles.. She knew she looked a wretch.. deciding to draft a list.. she searched for a pen and paper.. If she was to be ransomed.. she would have a comb .... and ALL of her marbles..