Ten – a short story published daily – Part 22.Author: Gordon | Filed under: Uncategorized
Ten – part 22.
He walks over to the other door and unlocks it. It’s a black curtain beyond. A foul smell leaks from the darkness and he moves quickly. He wraps his arms under my emaciated body and lifts me as if I were candyfloss. He reaches the threshold to the next room and stops. ‘Thanks for trying.’ With this he tosses me into the void. I crash to the floor and the door is slammed.
I lie, too weak to move. Wanting to stand. Wanting to shout out. I try to scream but my vocal chords can raise little more than a rattle. I roll onto my back and breath. Shallow gulps that hurt. I flop my right arm out and my fingers land on something cold and hard. I twist my wrist and feel at the object. Smooth but with knobbled ends. I pick it up and feed it through my fingers. I drop it and search around and find more. Many more. They click and clack as I rifle my hand through them. Some are dry but some are slimy and as I slide my hand further some have bits of cloth attached and others have bits of something else.
I move my foot and kick a large stone. Only it’s not a stone. It bounces away smacking into something hollow.
I pull my hands back and scream. The first real sound in an age. A deep primeval scream.
Around me the other victims wait for me to join them.