It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, brought to you by our gracious host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s photo was provided by Rich Vosa. My 100 words comes to you as story. Initially, I went over with this one, so I did some cutting. The end is, well, your interpretation.
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Copyright – Rich Voza
At the third door, they heard sobbing. Two doors further, they listened to mumbling in words beyond recognition. Across from this door, a man yelled, “I told you to stop it.”
At the end of the hall, an unmarked door lead to another hallway. The corridor adjusted itself for re-engagement, the crying, mumbling, and the yelling, until the sunlight grew dim and darkness cloaked around them.
Annie pounded with her fists. “I know you’re in there.”
“We already tried,” Henry sighed.
Behind a wall sat two men at a monitor. “Haven’t they had enough?” relented the younger man.