PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr
A cool breeze blew gently across his cheeks. Bright orange lined the inside of his eyelids telling him it was daylight, but he was unable to open them. He groaned at the pain inside his head. ‘What happened? Where am I?’ He strained to remember. The fuzziness rendered him unable to focus. Strong footsteps approached; someone with a purpose. His cracked lips opened to enquire, but all that came out was an incoherent croak.
“How are you James?” His body stiffened at the woman’s voice. His memory instantly cleared. Unable to move, he trembled as the needle pierced his skin.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Clare Hempstead 