“Daily Prompt: Captive’s Choice
You’ve been kidnapped and given a choice: would you rather be stranded on an island, dropped into an unknown forest, or locked in a strange building?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CHOICE.”
My kidnapper has locked me in a strange building. I feel the walls for texture, do I recognize the stones? There is a familiar aroma, why is it so comforting to me? The hallways are flooded with light that shines in through the room at the end of the hall. There are doors on either side to me; unmarked. Each time I attempt to open a door I’m struck with a visual that makes no sense to me. It’s as if my brain knows but won’t tell me. I’ve seen this all before. Where have I seen this all before. Why is there no one else in this building? Why do I feel so lost but so at home? There are photos of people on the walls – no other objects. I feel a pang of guilt when I see one of a boy. I feel anger when I see another of a women who seems to resemble me in some way. There are more emotions attached to each of the people I don’t believe I know. I feel as empty as the building I’m locked in. Could it be that I’m my own kidnapper – and that this building I find myself trapped in, is actually the inside of my own mind?