Flash Fiction: Sketch

I woke up with a start. Panic began to set in as soon as I realized I was inside a glass room closed from all sides.

I could not remember how I reached here. As I looked around frantically, a plethora of thoughts was running in my mind. However, before I could compose myself, a thick gas began to fill the room. I tried screaming but no sound came out from my mouth. Very soon, I could not move my body even a bit. Captured in space, I heard an echoing voice.

“Good. Master will now sketch subject sixty.”

Word Count: 99


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