Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Eleven

She awoke with the idea in her head that she had been asleep for a very long time. 

Sitting up gingerly she found herself in darkness. But movement must have alerted someone, because a dim light came on. Showing her a long room full of beds, like a hospital ward.

There seemed to be a window about halfway down and she forced wobbly-feeling legs to take her there.

Her suddenly nervous fingers fumbled with the blind, until she could look out. Onto a landscape of black rocks, red ‘plants’ and white sky.

She screamed until her voice ran dry.

©jane jago