The Roper makes a checkin
I’m not sure why these short stories about “The Roper” tickle me the way they do. (I do love brevity, as well as the Lovecraftian flavor inside each little story-packet.)
I was compelled to write a short passage in a similar vein for a code check-in (in which I liberated some of my work from an undignified death in a soon-to-be-disused branch):
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The Roper knew he had to escape, but how? He
did not know exactly how much time had passed
in his tiny, dark prison. He did know that he
would go insane if he couldn’t soon find a way
out. He examined the situation for the
hundredth time: pitch black, no obvious exits,
solid walls, cold hard floor, no tools at his
disposal. And then it occurred to him, for
the very first time, that the bathroom door
might not be locked after all.* * *