15 Minute Fiction Friday - 3 April 2020
Survive… that’s all they had said; keep your sanity - all that he needed to do to pass the test.
28 days alone in this room, with little for company but the ever-shining 12th floor window and the ancient television that never played. Silence but for the incessant clicks of the wall clock, as the only functioning seconds hand passed by.
How long had he been here? Was she still safe? Alive?
One escape, they had said, through menacing growls, sitting ominously in its bright blue at the corner of the room. One gulp and it would all be over.