by Alain Gomez
His head hurt. He must have been hit with something. Whatever it was, it
must have been heavy.
He rolled his tongue around a bit. His mouth felt dry.
He must have been unconscious for several hours at least.
His head still hurt too much to try and sit up. With a groan he tried to
look around. It was pitch black.
Where was he?! He didn’t remember it ever being so dark at the tavern he
had been staying at. He was probably dumped on some cheap bed somewhere.
His head hit something solid as he tried to sit up.
He reached up with his hands to feel what was above him. It felt like wood.
Why would anyone put…
A horrifying thought crawled into his head.
His hands trembled slightly as he tried to reach out to either side of his
There was wood there too.
White-hot panic coursed through him as he started to kick and push at his
But the weight bearing down on him was too much to move.
He wasn’t dead! It wasn’t his time! Didn’t anybody realize they had made a
He dug his nails deeply into the rough wood about him; careless of the
splinters that pushed into his fingers.
The air was getting thick and warm.
Blood started to flow freely down his arms as he continued to frantically
It was getting warmer. Harder to think.
He wasn’t dead… It wasn’t his time…
Alain Gomez lives in San Diego and has been writing since she was sixteen. She works in the field of music but has continued to pursue her passion for writing as an independent author. Though she generally sticks to writing
shorter stories, Alain enjoys experimenting with a variety of genres including romance and science fiction. Trapped is from her collection Dead in a Flash.