Prose Dreams

June 17, 2010

Excerpt from Prose Dreams

Filed under: Books,Excerpts — Prose Dreams @ 11:58 am

“I must keep moving,” he muttered.  “If I do not, they will surely find me.”

He did not know who they were, but some part of his subconscious remembered.  When he stepped on his left foot, his ankle protested with pain.  He could not remember how he had gotten the injury.

He stood in a doorway at the end of a hallway.  Beyond was light.  It shone beneath the door like a thin blade slicing the hallway in half.  In the shiny metal doorknob, he glimpsed his face.  Frightened blue eyes stared back at him.  His blond hair was unkempt but clean.  He looked to be in his twenties.  His skin was pale, as though he had not been outside for quite some time.  He hesitated to open the door.

The hallway was white; stark, hospital-room white.  No, it was cleaner than that.  He shivered.  There was something wrong with a floor so clean that he dared not take a step further, and with walls that he shuddered to touch.  Yet the door beckoned like an escape hatch.  But where did it lead?

Was this a prison?  Was he a criminal of some sort?  What if someone learned of his escape?  To what lengths would they go to find him?  What if his imprisonment was unjustified?  Why could he not remember anything about himself?


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