The word is come. The upper word limit is 100.
“You’ve come to the right place,” a raspy voice said in his ear. Was it in his ear or in his mind?
His fright was palpable. He couldn’t move. What’s happening?
The darkness slid over his face and body in a slimy hot wave like molasses. He didn’t know where he was.
“I’m taking you home. You won’t like it, but it is what it is.”
There was silence after that. Silence, and the profile of a man in black holding a scythe walking out of the emergency room.
Are you flashing yet?
Try it. You’ll like it!
This flash is part of my participation in the M3 Blog Flash Fiction Challenge