"Room at the End of the Hall"
Thought it might be about time to drop a bit of post-Halloween micro fiction on you, just because. . .Enjoy! “Room at the End of the Hall” by James Patrick Lockett I walk to the end of the hallway each morning to feed the man that is my charge. I set the tray down, in order to unlock the seven bolts that secure the door. Careful not to cross or disturb the ring of salt that encircles the room. Upon my entrance, he moves to the back of the circle, as he’s been instructed, so that I may place the tray inside the circle. Gently. Each morning I bring him a stone cup of fresh goat’s milk, a variety of fruit and sweetmeats, and bread. A fresh candle and a small silver tray of brimstone. Then I step back, a safe distance, and sit in the open doorway to observe him, or simply keep him company. Watching him eat is the most sensual experience I’ve ever had. The pleasure he derives from each bite, raising them to his lips, before it disappea