Ficlets

Walls. Bed. Concrete. A door. How the hell did I get here? Let me think…God, my mind is racing. I can’t seem to get a grip…where was I the last time? I remember walking to my car. I remember a phone call with Charlie. What did we talk about? Was is Trish? Yes. I think I spoke with Charlie about Trish. She was coming to see him next week after her finals. I was walking to my car, talking to Charlie on my cell phone. Then…what? I can’t remember. Come on…remember, damn it.

I’m really cold. I’d scream out for someone to bring me a blanket, but they told me to keep quiet. I wonder how long I’m going to be in this hell-hole…maybe…how long have I been here? Two days? No, three, I think. Three days. Three days of silence, pissing in a bucket, eating shitty food.

I’m not sure I can eat this. What is it, anyway? Rice and some kind of meat. God, I’m hungry. Are they trying to slowly starve me to death? I’d love a juicy hamburger from Pete’s Place.

Darkness. I can’t take the aweful darkness.