She stood still. Frozen. The unfamiliar surroundings swirled in front of her unblinking eyes.
“Please.” He startled her, and suddenly she remembered to breathe again.
She looked down at the middle-aged man lying on the floor. A vague recognition passed through her. She knew that face. Where did she know that face from?
“Please.” he pleaded again.
She stared at his pale face, contorted in some strange way that she recognised as pain. She looked up to the clock on the wall. The seconds hand appeared to be moving so slowly she wondered if she was dreaming.
“Where am I?” she asked no-one in particular.
“Help me. Please.” The voice seemed to come from far away, or it was travelling very slowly to her ears. She turned her head back to where the sound was coming from, but her eyes remained firmly focused on the large white wall clock. Almost half past three. Was it morning or afternoon? She couldn’t remember. Continue reading