By Gail Maitland
It is impossible to track the passage of time without sunlight. Has it been days? Weeks? Months?
At least he left me with running water.
And food. I feel my supply. Yes, plenty of food.
My eyes no longer water as I rip another chunk from the bone and gnaw. In the darkness, I drag myself to the sink. It’s easier now that my body is lighter. I wash the sinewy meat down my throat, but the bitter flavor still coats my tongue.
I let myself slip to the floor and wait. But for what or for whom, I don’t know.
Yikes, what a haunting bit of prose! Gave me shivers. ?
Dystopian at its best.
Wish this was 10,001 words so we could get more of the story
Great horror. Enough bare details to be chilling.
Sad. I’m thinking is it an animal or a person? I agree with Michael King, this could be the beginning of a novel. Dark an chilling.