I slept well last night which is a bit unusual here. I came to at 5:30 but still did not want to face daylight. I went back to sleep until 7:30, a real oversleep for me! The sun was brilliantly bright coming through the window glass, but the outside air was cold. The tea kettle burbled while I checked in at Saturday Centus.
Jenny says today’s prompt of “the chair dominated the small room…” is more traditional and I agree. She allows pictures this week to go with the prompt and 100 words, but I will pass on that. I want words to paint mind pictures, and for the reader to not be influenced by the visions of others.
For more Centus stories, many with pictures I know, and full rules to write Centus, go to Jenny’s blog at: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-centus-chair-dominated-small.html
Chair of Distress
Two silent men, armed muscled like canon barrels, escorted him to a new place.
He could smell an odd odor hover in the air as he was guided down a shadowy tight hallway before being shoved through an open doorway. In a hazy light, the chair dominated the small room. Wires, manacles, chains, and gadgets hung around the chair like bling on a floozy. Behind him the door shut and a gorilla of a man stood up from the shadows.
“So, Jim, are you ready to tell us what we need to know?”
Please excuse the mismatched fonts. Blogger said it was this way or no way this morning. Blogger needs to sit in Jim's chair a while!