101 Word Fiction - 002
Bright light. So bright the bulbs practically buzzed, making the eyes jitter ever so slightly. The light panels were carefully spaced on the ceiling, designed for efficiency. For that end, they were very well designed. Every square inch of the room was brightly lit, with nary a shadow to be found. The only shadow was mine, and it reared away from the room through open doorway as if terrified of what lay inside. As I stepped further into the room, my shadow disappeared. The coward bolted, but I couldn’t blame it. I didn’t want to see what lay before me either.
© Bernard Klinke 2009
