I enter the property under the cover of darkness through the upstairs window, and find the jewels in the top left drawer of the dressing table.
Examining the largest of the opals, I’m taken aback when the door opens unexpectedly.
“What do you think you’re doing here my friend?” Growls a rather tall man in a quilted bathrobe.
I wonder under what misapprehension he considers me to be his friend, but am unable to pursue the reflexion, because a rather large flat object strikes me on the back of the head with considerable force.
This might explain why I’m here, shackled and horizontal, on an ice cold floor, in what appears to be some sort of murky basement.
It’s dark and dank, but sparse rays of sun filter tentatively through the dust laden windows.
Some hours have passed. The back of my head throbs.
I prop myself up on my elbows; swivel and sit; my back flat against the craggy wall. The tension on the taunt chains eases marginally.
The man from last night enters noisily, approaches, and unceremoniously unlocks both shackles.
“You tripped the perimeter alarm.” He berates.
“If you can’t get it right, you might find yourself here permanently!”
Here once again is my entry to Sunday Photo Fiction.
“Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story. This week’s photo is a top down shot of a room in The Roman Painted House in Dover, but you can use the image in any way you feel you want to.
If you have the time, please read some of the other stories that have been written via the InLinkz page below. Remember though, the main thing is to have fun, enjoy what you write, and write what you enjoy.”