This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story with a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count. Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.For 15 years, I’ve lived a monotonous life. The people here…them all mad.
Most notorious ones in the vaults…the killers. I give them pills and food.
No. 13…Roul’s bald, strong….sitting as calm as always in the same corner.
I pass the plates and throw the pills at him. Distance preferred… from a crazy killer.
Heard a ruffling noise while pressing exit, I spin around…he’s just inches away.
Vault doors stay open for only 30 seconds once the key’s pressed…Asylum’s safety protocol.
His eyes into mine, dreadful, could hear the door shut…cant move.