It's time for the first Campaigner Challenge of the Third Writers' Platform-Building Campaign! Here is a description of the challenge...
Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count.
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut." (also included in the word count)
For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!
And here is a link to the challenge page...
I managed to get my story to exactly 200 words! Here it is. I hope you like it!
The door swung open.
My weak legs wouldn’t let me.
“Get up,” he repeated.
“I can’t.” The sound came out a raspy squeak.
He gripped my arm with his huge hand and yanked me to my feet. A yelp of pain escaped my cracked lips. The cement was like spikes on my blistering soles.
He didn’t say another word, but I didn’t care where he took me. Nowhere could be worse than here.
Down the hallway he dragged me, passing dozens of doors identical to the one I had been staring at for months. At the end was another door, which he ripped open, revealing the sizzling heat and the blaring sun.
He shoved me out. I stumbled and fell, scorching my naked body in the desert sand.
“Go,” he said. “We don’t need you anymore.”
It took all my strength to roll onto my back and look up at the man who had been torturing me for all those weeks. And the others too.
“That’s all?” I managed to say.
He stared at me like I was an animal, looking into me with those dark eyes, and I looked back into the oblivion.
The door swung shut.