(Written for Friday Fictioneers)
It has been so many months since I wrote a flash for FF. Glad to be back 🙂
Without glancing at the screen behind her, Stella knew it was Dooz at work again.
Dooz had been given his plastic dental tools as a reward for good behaviour.
Each day, he spent some time trying to scrape the life out of the window. ‘I need some fresh air’, he complained in his shrill voice.
It had been three years but there was not even a scratch on the fortified window.
Stella suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder.
The last thing she heard was Dooz’s icy voice in her ear – “You forgot the door was made of weaker glass missy.”