Well, I didn’t miss last week thanks to my lovely hubby Pete who posted my story for me. This week I’m planning ahead and putting my post ready for Friday. For anyone who doesn’t know already, Friday Fictioneers is a blog party started by Madison Woods and now run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every Friday stalwart souls around the world post a piece of short fiction of as near to 100 words in length as they can manage, inspired by the photo prompt provided. If you would like to join in please visit Rochelle’s page for this week to find out how it works. This week’s picture is copyright Rich Voza. To see the other stories click on the blue link-monitor below my story.
Endless featureless corridors with blinding, mystifying white lights. Some Jerry facility. How did he get here? Must have been brainwashed. Captain warned about that. The drugs make you unsteady on your pins. It was in the briefing.
Voices behind one of the doors; it opens. A man in some strange uniform appears.
“Hello Robert, nice to see you.”
Don’t trust him. The enemy are experts with their mental tricks. Name, rank and serial number. That’s all.
“We’re at Sunnyside, Robert. You’re staying here for now. Let’s get a cup of tea in the dayroom; your son will be here soon.”