The building was non-descript, really. A cement block bunker in the middle of a fenced-in field; a dead end location in every sense of the word. You wouldn’t know by looking at it what horrors its walls had seen; there no one was left to remember.

Line after line, they were ushered in, told they were to be decontaminated. Only a few discerned there was no exit, no plan for them to leave. That realization dropped some to their knees in prayer, knowing their time was short.

The only testament left of this nightmare was the single tap on the wall. Powerless now, it controlled all then. Life, death, on, off.  All in a single turn of the screw.

The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods. Her story can be found here,along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.

14 thoughts on “Taps

  1. Powerful. I could feel my lips purse and body tighten while reading it. Frightening reminder of a dreadful, historical period…still fresh in our memories. Never again!!!

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