2020 100 a day: Day -2;

#1 - 149 words

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound of each drop hitting the puddle was the same.  The same as it had been the minute before. The same it had been each hour.  The same it had been for each of the previous three days. There was no light.  There was no heat. There was nothing except the drip and the blinding light each time he checked his watch.  He knew the time passing. He knew the texture of the concrete floor within arms reach in each direction. He knew his right ankle was beginning to bleed from the cuff that held him in place. He knew the puddle was within that circle.  His whole world had been reduced to that small circle and the two senses that still worked in this hellish environment. He could hear the drip and feel his surroundings. Mostly what he felt was his mind slipping away.

#2 - 63 words

The pounding on the door drummed into my brain.  I tried to ignore it, but it just continued, uninterrupted.  As my eyes slowly opened, I tried to remember what and where I was. I was still in my clothes from the day before and my shoes were in the middle of the rug.