100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
“Blake, I know you’re worried. I’m going to give you a little nitrous ox….”
Minutes later, I awoke and looked around the dingy room.
Everyone was gone. The only thing in the room was me and the reclining chair.
I jumped to the window, covered in heavy wire mesh. Panic struck my gut. Below, a van sat abandoned, the door still open. Not a soul walked the streets.
The ferry was leaving.
They were leaving me here alone!
“No! Wait!” I bellowed through the thick glass.
“Blake? Blake.” Someone was shaking me. “Wake up. We’re done.”