Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
There’s a voice, insistent, nagging. Kevin’s asleep but he’s not asleep: hovering on the edge of consciousness, half in a dream, trying to fit sounds. He feels fingers bite his arm, violent shaking, banging his head. “Kev. Wake up. There’s gas. We’ve got to get out. Wake up.” He can feel the rasp in his throat and he starts to retch. All is darkness but he recognises Amy’s voice. “Get up.” He rolls onto the floor, jarring his knee. He hears Amy at the door. “It’s so dark.”
A voice in his head screams “No”. What? No what? Amy gropes across the wall.
“Amy, the light, don’t turn……