Where am I?

John’s covering his eyes. They’re squeezed tight. His head throbs, his mouth dry. He takes a long breath. The searing light subsides.

He’s in a narrow, white room. At the far side, a small box.

No, not a box. It’s moving.

The box-thing races at him; John braces. It leaps toward his face, but far too early; John instinctively drops to the floor. The white room’s boundary welcomes the box-thing with a shocking embrace.

John stands and watches as the box-thing writhes on the floor.


A searing light forces John to cover his eyes.

Where am I?


Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

17 thoughts on “Study”

  1. I keep wondering if he was in the box or something. Like those mirror images of a person holding a mirror which reflects the person holding the mirror ad infinitum. Definitly a thought provoker.

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