Friday, 11 April 2025

100 Words: Searching for the Exit

Everything was glass.  Rooms that went on so far that whatever was outside was just a distant blur.  Its existence was only an idea, though, as all I could see was through and that there was no way to leave.

I walked one way, feeling out ahead, met a wall, followed it one direction, then another, and another going on and on and nowhere.  Never travelling far enough to unblur the distant blur.

It was some time before I saw the light.  A flash from an old film.  I screamed as high as I could, shattered everything and woke up.



Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 



PHOTO PROMPT © Nancy Richy

2 comments: