Each day he stands by the window and watches, his eye upon the hands of the watch. The lamps flicker, casting shadows across the street. Footsteps echo on the cobbles. A spider scuttles across the cobweb, long legs dancing on thin threads.
Each day, the times are the same. Everything in this world happens on a schedule, regular as ticking clockwork.
And this means that none of it is real: not the cobblestone streets, not the sky overhead, not even the spider on the windowsill. All of this is a trap, a lie, designed to keep him placid.
“It won’t work,” he whispers. “I’ll escape.”
Far away, They watch him on the monitor. One of Them sighs and taps at the black-and-white screen.
“This unit’s gone wrong.”
“We’ll have to reset,” his supervisor says. “Again. That one breaks down so often you could set your clock by it.”
Word Count: 148
This is for FFfAW. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Enisa for providing the prompt photo!