(100 word flash fiction)
She opened her eyes to blackness. No slivers of moonlight peeking through chinks in curtains. Gone were the digital clock numerals. Even the teddy with the glowing, neon eyes was eyeless.
She thought she should feel terror but where her body used to be, there was nothing.
So, she shut her eyes. Light poured down on her through a hole in the blackness. And something else, clumps of earth. A spade flashed in and out of view. She tried to shriek. No sound came. Her throat was full of mud.
She opened her eyes again. The nothingness was more bearable.
Entry for Friday Fictioneers, the amazing group shepherded by Rochelle. Photo prompt below –