The Curse of Hope

The sun breaks into a hundred terrible bits of glass and Jill remembers that her room has no windows. Jill is in a room with sharp pain and darkness. The door is heavy, locked and not likely to open until… some time later. Jill thinks the door opens everyday, but there is no clock. It’s hard to think of things in terms of days. Days ended when the windows left. The man will come and that’s all Jill can know. Somewhere outside there is a big man with a bald head and he has a lot of muscles. He gives her food.

There’s a bit of glass in Jill’s hand. He doesn’t seem quite so strong now.


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