This was written for the Two for Tuesday Challenge #20. Prompt: Black Velvet.
I noticed a softness against my cheek, then the ghost of an ache I couldn’t justify – the idea that my skin and muscles wanted to scream in pain but didn’t know why.
I managed to sit up on the black velvet sofa, only to find myself dizzy from hunger, tiredness and confusion. There were equally dark, glossy sofas outlined against jet walls. Ebony cloth was draped over what I hoped were windows, but could just as easily have been mirrors to the room’s dark interior.
Before I had time to question my visibility in a closed room lacking a discernible light source, I saw an emaciated old lady emerge from in front of a door I hadn’t noticed, and had not heard open. Worried that the room itself was muffling all sound, and fighting a mounting feeling of claustrophobia, I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I coughed soundlessly, trying to regain the use of my voice.
‘Let’s try again,’ the woman said as she walked closer to me. Her body lit up, blinding my eyes. ‘I promise it won’t take long.’
Word Count: 186