PHOTO PROMPT © CEayr
His breath was ragged and his voice gravelly from calling out. He was locked in the confined, cold, damp building.
Knuckles bleeding from incessant knocking, face covered in a congealed mess of blood and snot, he slithered to his knees, wretched and despondent.
The constant drip, drip aggravated his tattered nerves.
Why couldn’t I have just turned a blind eye?
“Have a heart, let me out,” he beseeched.
A faint scratching sound; was it help or threat?
Thorny tendrils of fear sneaked around his heart and squeezed persistently causing his heartbeat to increase.
A metal key turned in the lock…
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.