Drabble: Taxis

[electricalgwen]

This is really a reach for the prompt "tax, taxi, taxing etc." at open_on_sunday.

Taxis

It’s dark. Really dark. Blink your eyes and strain your vision but there’s nothing to be seen dark. Where the hell is he? Can’t be his room, the curtains never shut properly.

His head hurts. Did he get drunk last night? He can’t actually remember much of anything. Definitely feels hungover, though. He’s desperately thirsty, and his mouth tastes like something died in it.

He reaches out to grope for a lightswitch. His hand hits wood, not six inches from his face.

Instinct quells panic. Wood splinters and he burrows up through the soil, drawn by the promise of nourishment.


taxis (n): reflex translational or orientational movement by a freely motile and usually simple organism in relation to a source of stimulation

Comments

[apreludetoanend.livejournal.com]

You killed him! I liked it though, especially this: He’s desperately thirsty, and his mouth feels like something died in it. And I think it's a great use of the prompt.

[electricalgwen.livejournal.com]

Honestly? I wrote it with a generic victim in mind. It only occurred to me it might be Xander when I went looking for a suitable userpic! Either I am particularly clueless these days (a distinct possibility) or my subconscious is doing sneaky things.