In the Woodshop

50-word story

In the woodshop, one arm tied, Anna fought back.
“Anna,” the old, blue-eyed, white-skinned carpenter said. “Anna.”
Outside, friends called her name. “Anna!”
His eyes caressed the rusty saw. 
Anna stilled. He licked his lips.
Behind her back, her searching fingers found a wrench. 
Anna knew then she would escape.