Thursday, December 13, 2012
100 Words a Day 126
The last thing he remembered was the alarm. It had wailed and flashed as he ran for the exit. Now he was in the dark, lying in some cold fluid. He tried to sit up, but there was a heavy weight across his chest. He shoved it off his body, letting it fall to the ground with a wet clang that echoed through the dark. He was surprised at the noise it made when it hit the ground. It didn’t feel as heavy as it sounded. He fumbled around, looking for a light switch or a door. He found neither.