He awoke to darkness. He remembered little: men, van, cages.
Harvesting.
Panic gripped him as he felt his body, searching anything that would indicate what they took. There was only darkness. His hands moved to his face, the edge of a bandage stretched across his eyes.
He realised it was not darkness, and started screaming.
FlashFictionMonth day 30
Wordcount: 55
Prompt: He realized he was not in total darkness and started screaming. – by TuesdayNightCompany
Another little 55er for you. This was originally twice as long, but when I decided to see if I could cut it back to 55, I found I liked it better.
If you’re wondering about the title, it’s a reference to this old riddle.
C. A. Harland 