Your “Secret Subject” is:
Your prompt is: You and four others are stuck in a room with no food or drink, only the clothes on your back. There is a number written on each person’s wrist and a piece of paper on the floor that says only "She is older than me".
It was submitted by: Someone Else's Genius
It’s cold and dark.
I am not alone. I can hear others stirring and breathing.
My eyes adjust to the dimness. I see shadows moving.
All at once there’s a brilliant light, blinding me for a second.
Where am I? Where are WE?? Now I can see that there are 4 other people.
The room is circular and I swear that it’s moving, undulating. A boat perhaps?
It’s an odd room. All white and silver.
Someone speaks. She asks the room, “What’s going on?”
No one answers. How can they?
Two of them start to move around, trying the walls and door. Nothing.
Wherever we are, we are stuck here until someone lets us out.
Time passes. I wish I knew how long.
We are getting thirsty and hungry. There’s nothing in here but us.
One person is crying, another is in a panic.
Something appears in the middle of the floor. I know it wasn’t there before.
It’s a note.
Someone reads it. “She is older than me.”
No one knows what that could mean.
I feel a burning sensation on my arm. I look down. There’s a number on the inside of my left arm. 4.
We start comparing numbers. 1-5.
There’s another flash of brilliant white light.
Number 1 is gone.
There’s even more crying and panicking now.
“What is going on” repeats around the room in varying degrees of hysteria.
More time passes.
We are tired, hungry, thirsty but mostly we are afraid. Terrified.
Another flash of light and number 2 disappears.
There are shrieks and cries from the 3 of us that are left.
Number 3 is gone.
I am next.
This reminds me of a dream that The Hubby once had. We were newly married and living with his father who was very sick.
They both had a habit of talking in their sleep.
One night I wake up to The Hubby babbling. Well, I decided to have some fun.
The Hubby - He won’t let me in!
Me - Who won’t let you in?
TH - The little green man.
Me - Why won’t he let you in?
TH - He said I’m too old.
Look! There he goes!
The Hubby’s Dad (who’s asleep in the next room - That’s OK. We’ll get him.
I about woke them up I was laughing so hard!!!
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