Rain patters against the glass, running down. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I look up at the twirling walls of my prison. Change is the only constant here. Today it’s semi-translucent walls with little red marks on the far side. Yesterday it was silver, endlessly twisting down into an abyss.
This is the greatest prison ever devised, the prison that can never be escaped. There are no guards, no bars. Just the walls that will not break, because if I break them, it will all be over.
The prison, you see, is my mind. Endlessly inventive, working against me, taking little thing I’ve seen – the inside of a telescope, the coin slot at the casino, the drain on my sink – and making them into jails of the abstract.
They’ve locked me in here and I can’t break out.
Because if I break out, I’ll go mad, won’t I?
Word Count: 146
This is for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and to Nonnaci for proving the prompt photo!