The child in Adrian resurfaced as he gazed upon the wintery scene as if through a window. His muscles urged him to rush outside and dance in the snow but his wizened frame remained immobile, stuck in the dream.
He gazed mesmerised at the falling snow, powerless, as strands of memory slowly rearranged themselves in his sedated mind.
Although he struggled to leave them hidden, his mind continued extracting and reassembling the events of that fateful afternoon.
“It’s working… coming up on the monitors now.”
The technician continued injecting into Adrian’s bound body.
“Yes … We’ve got him!”
Here is my entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. The prompt is © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our wonderful host. Thanks Rochelle!