Suzanne pinched the bridge of her nose as she entered the door code, but a drop of blood still managed to escape her grip to float away, a brilliant red sphere hanging impossibly, stark against the surgically white walls. The pressure in her head had built for weeks, accompanied by a constant buzzing confusion; these recently joined by a wailing klaxon and tinny worried voices in her ears.
“Lieutenant Smith… are you in Sector 3? Please respond LT I’m getting a door breach alarm in that area and you’re showing as unsuited, can you respond please?”
For god’s sake leave me alone, she though as she hit the final override button and the improbable floating red ball started towards the door, escaping with Suzanne and rest of the colony’s air; I’m just stepping out for five minutes.
Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.
This week’s word: OPEN