Friday Fictioneers – Dimensions

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The walls are closing in, and there is hardly enough space now for me to transit the room. The table and chairs have become strangely elongated, affording me length and height but a shrinking breadth. All around me, hordes are panicking, wailing and rushing hither and thither as the world becomes two-dimensional.

I am calm. This just cannot be happening—therefore, it’s an illusion, something I ate, no doubt, and I can quell it by my will.

Odd. Now the ceiling is coming in. I wonder how I will fare in lineworld.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

36 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Dimensions”

  4. Having just watched A christmas Carol last week, part of your story, “something I ate, no doubt, and I can quell it by my will” – reminded me of when Scrooge tries to explain the ghost as a disturbance in his digestion: “a slight disorder of the stomach makes them cheats. You may be an undigested bit of beef…”

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