PLASTIC APRON
The man in the splattered plastic apron tightened the straps
anchoring Mark to the chair and moved back out of sight.
Mark flexed his bleeding fingers but the band around his
forehead prevented him from seeing how much damage had been done. Not that it
would matter soon.
He swivelled his eyes to the window, resigned to the fact
that this would be the last thing he ever saw. Freedom was just outside that
window – ordinary people living their ordinary lives behind their own glass
panes – he could almost hear their televisions.
Would they hear him when he screamed?
another 100 worder for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle - do go and read the other stories via the link on her site,
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Probably shouldn't have read that just before going to bed.
ReplyDeleteYou are probably right - sleep well - wua-ha-ha!
DeleteGood story, excellent last line.
ReplyDeleteMG
Thanks MG!
DeleteExcellent story, good last line.
ReplyDeleteNo, it's not a bedtime story, this will teach me to read your posts in daylight.
ReplyDeleteVery scary story. :)
Sorry, Carol - I don't usually write horror stories!
DeleteI think I'll take the dentist's chair to the one in your story, although sometimes I feel like I was being murdered. At least with the dentist who worked on my teeth when I was young. He'd been trained in the military, and rarely, if ever, used novocaine. I just had to open wide...and bear it. Great story...
ReplyDeleteMy husband had some treatment when he was doing his National Service in Kenya - that was character-forming.
DeleteGreat story...reminds me of being in the dentist chair as a youngster. No novocaine felt like I was being murdered...
ReplyDeleteWell that was cheery.
ReplyDeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteHorrifying. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle - it was written on a plane to the UK so I hope the couple sitting next to me weren't reading over my shoulder!
DeleteDear Lizy, Excellent and so scary! Poor Mark (I love the fact that he's thinking of the people out there watching their TV's) and he won't live another day. This story is awesome! Thanks! Nan :)
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you Nan! Poor Mark couldn't see anything else - I wonder what will be our final sight on earth?
DeleteLizy, Good and well-written story. Although it wasn't the most cheerful I've ever read. :( Well done. :) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteNo it wasn't very cheeerful! Sorry :(
DeleteThere's a huge dark shadow of fact in this fiction and which makes it even more chilling: that we will all come to our final view one day. :)
ReplyDeleteOh my word - that's a deep and depressing thought!
DeleteOh my word! That's a deep and depressing thought for today, Anni!
DeleteOuch... the feeling when all hope has left... I wonder if he will get the mercy of a mercy shot or if more pain is due..
ReplyDeleteWell . . . I did have more pain in mind but the word limit stopped me!
DeleteWell-painted. 'Not that it would matter soon' is such a strong line, it spells out the end, the pointlessness, the despair so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sarah -
DeleteWell, yuck!!!! Well done.
ReplyDeleteYuck, indeed, alicia - it isn't a very nice story, is it?
DeleteBlood and gore! That plastic apron must have come in handy. Great story. Great title! #FridayFictioneers
ReplyDeleteThanks valls - a nice surprise to get a comment nearly two weeks after I'd posted my story. It just shows that you never know who might drop in - or when!
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