Rochelle sets us a one hundred word flash fiction challenge, prompted by a photo, every week. Come and have a go, if you think you’re bard enough.
Everything about this view seems so innocuous but it is not. It seems I am doomed to repeat the same cycle. Every day I wake on this concrete floor. I rise and walk over the hump at the end and find myself back in the same tunnel. I know it is the same one: if I leave my hanky behind or mark the walls behind me, it is there waiting for me over the hump. Whether I go forward or backward, or how many humps I cross, the result is the same. Then I sleep and repeat, and repeat. (100)