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100 Words (Sept 08): Day 1

I awoke and found myself in an unfamiliar gray space, my aching body supine on a smooth concrete floor. Through a squarish opening somewhere above my head, a narrow beam of light illuminated dust motes in the air and allowed me to discern the extent of the room. The floor was about ten feet by ten feet. I pulled myself into a sitting position with my back against the outside wall. Good God! I realized that the room had no door. I searched the space above for some sense of the ceiling but saw only an endless column of darkness.


Note: See But Wait! There’s More…. for an explanation of the 100 Words project, or read the next installment.

© 2008 Edward F. Gumnick

2 comments to 100 Words (Sept 08): Day 1

  • Two comments: Dust motes are always in the air, and, how do you know it’s an outside wall? (Although I like the metaphor of a writer with his back against the wall.)

  • efg

    I would argue that, at the very least, a “mote” could also be in one’s brother’s eye. (Cf. Matt 7:3. ) But your point is well taken. It’s a cliché at best.

    He’s inferring that it‘s the outside wall because the light is coming from beyond the wall behind him. But he might be wrong.

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