Last night, I had a dream — no, no, not the one with Mrs. Butterscotch and the strap-on dildo covered in spray cheese. This one was a dream in which a phrase figured prominently:
There is no exit.
I don’t know why.
I don’t know what it means.
It probably doesn’t mean anything, because dreams are just your brain’s way of pooping.
I thought it would make a very good flash fiction challenge.
So, incorporate that phrase —
“There is no exit”
— into the story. Either as a title, a line of dialogue, a theme, whatever.
Go forth and tell the story.
Length: ~1000 words
Due by: July 14th, Friday, noon, EST
Post at your online space, then give us a link so we can read it.