A loud click from the collar signaled the end of the conversation. As I pulled myself up to sit with my back against the outer wall, I noticed something new on the other side of the room. On the floor directly opposite the window, near the base of the wall, lay a tray of food. I rose to my feet and staggered over to examine it.
The plastic cafeteria tray held a bowl of thick, steaming soup and a chunk of bread torn from a rustic loaf. I was starving and in no position to worry about poison or drugs.
Note: See But Wait! There’s More…. for an explanation of the 100 Words project. Read the previous installment or the next one.
© 2008 Edward F. Gumnick
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