Nightmare By Millie Dynamite —A Flash Story—
Nightmare By Millie Dynamite —A Flash Story— The darkness lay in my mind, thicker than a peasouper fog. A dull throbbing on the back of my head marked a spot where I had received a hard blow. Who hit me? Why did they? Where did this happen? And, where am I? All answers to my questions eluded my frazzled mind. I understood I was a prisoner. How I knew this, I cannot explain with words. You see, at this point, I had yet to open my eyes. My eyes fluttered open, and the darkness in the room neared that in my mind. I could see soft light, falling from some pinhole high above, bathing a foot-wide circle of clarity, revealing a dirty, stained concrete floor. Beyond that, I could make out a shape that appeared …