He was agitated. His foot tapping furiously on the floor. Sweat beads racing down his face as he looked up nervously at the giant clock in front of him. Quarter to two. His time is almost up, if he doesn’t think of something now it’ll be too late!
He looked around him for support but everyone was looking at him with disdain.
He grabbed the armrest with shaking sweaty hands and slowly got up. The door is right in front of him, completely open!
“Mr Swanson, the doctor is ready for you now”
It’s too late. The needle is coming
About the Creator
Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
Comments (1)
Uh oh. Not THE NEEDLE 😮