I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
He stepped into the darkness, clicked his phone’s power
button, and watched it die. He shook his head to dislodge the fog from his
brain. ‘Think’ he urged himself. But only a fractured stream of pregnant pauses
filled his mind.
‘You okay?’
He turned to see the barkeep.
‘No, not really.’
‘C’mon in.’
He followed.
'I have a cot in the basement.’
‘Thank you.’
The bartender opened the creaking door. ‘Sleep well, son.’
With that, he inched onto the first step and spied into the
darkness. The door suddenly closed behind him; the light went out. Before he
could turn, the step disappeared. He fell onto a pile of bones.
