Prosy: A New World
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clare_dragonflyTitle: A New World
Word count: 307 (total: 1,004)
Rating: G
Prompt:kay_brooke's: Gateways separating parts of our lives.
Notes: The long-awaited (at least by me) beginning to the story of the prison planet!
Carla woke up. Her head throbbed and her mouth was dry, like it had been stuffed with cotton. Was she hung over? She’d never experienced this sensation before. But that didn’t make sense, she realized as her head cleared further. She’d never had a chance to get drunk. Yesterday, she’d been in prison.
She opened her eyes. Wherever she was, it was dark, which either meant she wasn’t in the cell anymore or something had happened to the lights that were always kept lit in the hallway. She hoped it was the latter, but as the sensations around her body started to come clearer, she knew that couldn’t be the case. There was something soft underneath her—not extremely soft, but definitely more yielding than her prison bed. And there were straps around her. Was she in a hospital? Had she taken ill or been injured somehow? That would explain the hung over feeling, as well as the straps holding her down, but not the darkness.
“Hello?” she whispered, or tried. Her mouth was too dry to make any sound first. On the third try, though, she made some sound.
At first there was no answer. Then, a tentative, quiet, and raspy “Carla?”
“Travis?” He was her next-door neighbor. In those cells without proper walls, they’d gotten to know each other a lot better than was comfortable. But that was not supportive of the hospital hypothesis. “What’s going on?”
He coughed. “I don’t know. Are you tied down, too?”
Before she could answer, a third voice joined them. “Travis? Carla?”
“Sorcha,” said both Travis and Carla at the same time. Carla felt simultaneous fear and relief. Sorcha had evidently been taken to a different prison than the two of them, and she’d feared the other woman was dead.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” Sorcha whispered.
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Word count: 307 (total: 1,004)
Rating: G
Prompt:
kay_brooke's: Gateways separating parts of our lives.Notes: The long-awaited (at least by me) beginning to the story of the prison planet!
Carla woke up. Her head throbbed and her mouth was dry, like it had been stuffed with cotton. Was she hung over? She’d never experienced this sensation before. But that didn’t make sense, she realized as her head cleared further. She’d never had a chance to get drunk. Yesterday, she’d been in prison.
She opened her eyes. Wherever she was, it was dark, which either meant she wasn’t in the cell anymore or something had happened to the lights that were always kept lit in the hallway. She hoped it was the latter, but as the sensations around her body started to come clearer, she knew that couldn’t be the case. There was something soft underneath her—not extremely soft, but definitely more yielding than her prison bed. And there were straps around her. Was she in a hospital? Had she taken ill or been injured somehow? That would explain the hung over feeling, as well as the straps holding her down, but not the darkness.
“Hello?” she whispered, or tried. Her mouth was too dry to make any sound first. On the third try, though, she made some sound.
At first there was no answer. Then, a tentative, quiet, and raspy “Carla?”
“Travis?” He was her next-door neighbor. In those cells without proper walls, they’d gotten to know each other a lot better than was comfortable. But that was not supportive of the hospital hypothesis. “What’s going on?”
He coughed. “I don’t know. Are you tied down, too?”
Before she could answer, a third voice joined them. “Travis? Carla?”
“Sorcha,” said both Travis and Carla at the same time. Carla felt simultaneous fear and relief. Sorcha had evidently been taken to a different prison than the two of them, and she’d feared the other woman was dead.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” Sorcha whispered.
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