Standing, out, into the bedroom. And opening a drawer where men’s clothes lay neatly folded. A reflection in the window, on the other side a fine snow is beginning to fall. Underneath a pile of jumpers there is an envelope with six old photographs locked away inside. Take the envelope, close the drawer, and leave the bedroom, and close the door. Back into the kitchen. The photographs in their envelope are placed underneath the letter. A sigh shakes through the air.
Click 22 - by Ben Hoyle
- All the seconds in a day
It is afternoon on at the end of November. It is some time in the middle of the morning. The sun is shining. I am looking out of my window. The street there is empty. The sky is cold and clear and blue and moving slowly. There is a man on the street wrapped in a long coat and a scarf. He is talking on a mobile phone. He passes to the end of the street and turns away from me.
Limit Break- By Nick
I remove my shirt. Barefoot, wearing a conventional pair of dark blue jeans and my torso exposed, I am lead over to a wide square pillar to the side of the room. She puts my arms round the pillar, and with my hands unable to quite reach each other, she begins tying my wrists together with the thick rope. I feel the sharp edges of the pillar on the wrist and let out an instinctual groan of discomfort.