|found on google images|
FLASH FICTION PROMPT
They put me in the air duct.
The one between the kitchen and the library. A piece of burlap was thrown over the top, so I could see out and no one could see in. I had to hide, you see, because no one could know I existed. My existence was wrong. Terrible. Horrible. Never should have happened.
At least, that’s what they told me.
I’m scared. So very scared. I can’t stand to be found. I can’t find be hidden. I’m afraid to live and I’m terrified to die.
Terrified. Scared. Afraid. I don’t know. This is confusing.
I’m not sure when I started asking them to hide me, but I wish that I hadn’t.
(c) Sara Harricharan