When he blearily opened his eyes, he saw the grey ceiling. It registered a few seconds later that the bed felt like concrete. He bolted upright.
He was distracted from the throbbing, though, when he noticed the bars. And the guard standing behind it.
A rat scuttled across the floor.
He frowned at it for a moment before…
What had he done? And, what about his call? Wasn’t it a right?
“Hello?” he asked tentatively.
There was no reply.
“Guard!” He reached for the bars, ready to make a rackus.
His hand passed right through.
Prompt: Who You Gonna Call?