This is in response to M’s fabulous prompts which you can see here. These used to be 101 words. Sometimes they still are. Sometimes not. They are often snippets, occasionally unfinished and sometimes simply the beginnings of something for another time. Mostly though they are just whatever the words inspire. This one goes with this one I did yesterday as I felt they went well together…
Stan’s eyes felt heavy, as if pinned down by the weight of the darkness that surrounded him, his head filled with a static that made it hard to think. Hard to remember. He could hear a beep, beep, beep as he lay whilst his mind scrambled to piece the shards of remembrances together.
With an effort that took everything he had, he strained against the confusion and managed to pry them open, only to be met by vague and confusing out of focus images. Wincing he closed them again and succumbed to the comfort of the embracing blackness.
“Where…?” He asked himself, “where is this?” His mouth dry as he struggled to find the right words as a mix of sounds and smells washed over him like the lapping of distant waves.
And then he heard her, feint above the beep, beep, beep, somehow familiar and comforting, and he knew she mattered more than anything, but in a moment as he reached out she was gone, slopping through his fingers like fog.
He opened his mouth to scream, to call her name, but there was nothing there, only a suffocating silence and each breath felt like a fire trapped inside his chest. Fists clenched he tried to move, to reach out, to grab hold of her and to tell her to wait but she melted into the inky shadows of his mind as the beep, beep, beep slowed.