"Whispers in the Darkness"
a short story
Gary Baker, March 2013
(part 3 of 3)
The
screen flicked on. A dark, scratchy scene glazed in apple green.
A
lone bed along the back wall hung by steel chains and ceiling bolts,
hoisting a decaying mother and fetus for all to see.
A
smashed lamp beside the bed lay like a fallen pillar with it's
tungsten wire dangling in just the right position to create constant
sparks. Each spray of light gave truth to the insanity that was the
floor coloration.
Bloodstains
coated the floor like an intricate abstract painting.
Even
Jackson Pollack would have been envious of this existential display.
