Eleanor laughed, a bright sound that shook the quiet attic. "In a manner of speaking, Martha! I’m currently a prisoner of the past. Bring the small silver key from the workbench, would you?"
"Eleanor? Are you up there? You missed our tea time," called Martha, her neighbor. mature handcuffed
As Martha unlocked the cuffs, Eleanor felt the blood return to her wrists. She rubbed the faint red marks, but as she headed downstairs, she didn't feel like she had been trapped. For one hour, the handcuffs hadn't held her back—they had held her still. Eleanor laughed, a bright sound that shook the quiet attic