Copyright – Al Forbes
If you’d like to write your own flash fiction about the picture, or see other stories, click here. I think this story is darker than my usual work, which is saying something.
If I remember correctly, there was a special feeling when natural light touched your skin. It was like warm breath on your shoulders. Of course, I could be romanticizing the past. Anything but what I see now is a distant memory.
The stone floors and walls were originally an enemy, but we’ve grown to like each other over the period of my imprisonment. I whisper stories to them about childhood and adolescence, the time when unexpected things would happen every day and I might not even notice. Sometimes we are uninterrupted. Sometimes I’m taken to a little black room, but I never tell them what happens in there.
The door creaks and I hear my husband’s footsteps on the cellar stairs. I expect he’s bringing food, but when I stand I see his hands are empty. My heart sinks.
Today is another black room day.
To Be A Magician 
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awww – thanks for sharing that piece – I felt so bad for that poor creature going to the black room again.
Pretty powerful stuff for such a short piece!
So much packed into so few words. Great story Miss Zebra.
Nicely done.
Made me cold at the end. I do hope that this is from fiction and not something from your own past. It is an excellent use of the prompt
I like the way you rhyme ‘memory’ and ‘enemy’, it kind of leaves the piece haunted by the past. It kind of reminded me of ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’. And you leave open lots of questions which makes me want to continue telling her story myself, which is a very good thing because I want to go back and read it again! x
Wicked.
Reminds me of some news stories where girls were pulled off the street and kept for years in this guys basement.