“Many before you have lived rich, full lives,” the voice crackled from an unseen speaker.
R examined his new accommodation. His furnishings were spartan. A bed, table and chair. Basic bathroom facilities. A ceiling light casting its sickly verdant glow over the antiseptic walls.
“There is no need to be alarmed.”
Three unadorned walls. A floor to ceiling mirror. No visible sign of entry or exit.
“As long as the light remains green.”
R looked up and saw the lamp also contained an unlit red globe.
“All is well.”
He exhaled, and perhaps imagined he saw the green light flicker.
Author bio: Dylan Walton lives in Melbourne, Australia. He once won second prize in a local short story contest, which he considers to be much better than winning second prize in a beauty contest in a game of Monopoly. He can be found on Twitter at https://twitter.com/I_am_DWalt.
Care is part of 101 Fiction issue 7.