Saturday, January 19, 2019


The world swam back into existence.

Carrie cursed, then coughed. The air was thick with dust.

She opened her eyes to blackness.

Not a speck of light.

Spluttering she tried to move, sitting up. Then spread her arms and rotated.

The ceiling seemed to be just above her head.

A panic started to rise. ‘Hello?’

She started to explore, stumbling over debris.

The room had shrunk to a couple of metres squared. The door had disappeared.

She wondered how much air she had. Would yelling or digging use it up more quickly?

Was anyone hunting for her?

She cursed again.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, that's a chilling one, Rob! I really feel for her panic - you captured it well. Nicely done