Time was running out.
I paced around the room, frantically trying to figure out what to do. There were no windows. Hell, it looked like there wasn’t even a door. But of course there was. There always was. Somehow, I had been shoved into this room.
There were no lamps, no light, and yet I could see clearly were the floor ended and intersected with the walls. There was nothing in this dark grey cell apart from the hourglass, were the sand steadily trickled through. I couldn’t turn it. Once the sand stopped trickling, they would gas this room. I knew that. There was no escape. No more time, and yet there was still too much time. Time during which all I could do was dread the end. And it would come. There was no way out.
© 2016
Friday Fictioneers, 19th February 2016
Photo prompt provided by Sandra Crook
FELICIA HEILGENDORFF 
Scary situation. I hope she finds someway or someone comes to help her.
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I hope so too!
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Torture of the worst kind, do you see her breaking free?
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I don’t think I do… though you never know. Someone might come save the day in the last second.
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A chilling tale.
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Indeed… Thank you for reading.
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Nasty – a quick end would have been more merciful.
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Yeah, all that waiting is even worse than just dying a quick death.
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I would try to turn the hourglass just to get it over with.
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It couldn’t be turned… But yes, I agree with you, I would try to as well. Better to get it over with than wait for it and dread the moment.
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So scary and hopeless. Well written, the desperation comes through strongly.
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Thank you. I was beginning to feel desperate myself while writing it…
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Great tension build-up! Sad that it was such a hopeless situation. Excellent story!
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Thank you! Who knows, maybe there’s still some glimmer of hope somewhere down the road..
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