Crust

A drabble for the words 'pumpkin pie'

By Gumnut

25 Oct 2003

It had a thin crust, almost like pumpkin pie.

He touched it, and its surface depressed slightly, a fluid dribbling out of a broken edge.

Weeks of inattention had led to this. He had been cut down, captured, and caged.

The warm air had done the rest.

His world now consisted of four walls and the tiny, mind numbing space between them. Not enough room to stand, barely enough to sit, his own waste his only company.

He stared at the wound, almost fascinated by it.

He fingered the scab again.

Where there was pain, there was life.

FIN.