The suitcases are long packed with memories. I’m waiting. The leather is as wrinkled as my skin. Scars of the time. I wait as the years turn into days, the days into hours and hours into minutes. The hurry from the youth stealing my balance, my breath going away. I wait for …
2, 4, 6 , 8 beep – 7, 4, 5, 6 beep – 3, 4, 9, 7 beep. Ella has tried all the possible combinations, how could she forget it? She doesn’t have much time, the walls are closing on her. 5, 6, 7, 8 beep. Her breath is shallow, her strength is fading away. Help me, help me!
Wake up darling, it’s only a nightmare!
** Another short story, 52 words, for Sue’s writephoto.
Tea & Paper 