Short Story in progress
Complete blackness. The waterproof synthetic fabric pressed against my mouth; only a narrow gap where the hood bunched around my neck let air in to breathe. A little light filtered up from my neck. The high pitched whine of a cheap lightbulb was faintly audible.
“Ore ready?” a voice whispered, plainly audible in the silence of the room.
A second, different voice replied aloud, “Vauser so voko, of course wa’r ready.”
“Ore ready?” a voice whispered, plainly audible in the silence of the room.
A second, different voice replied aloud, “Vauser so voko, of course wa’r ready.”