Isabelle walked out of her hotel room # 23.
She stood for a moment to think about what happened inside.
She had just killed her husband of twenty three years.He lay there in a pool of blood.
Her hands were trembling as she stood under the air conditioner vent.
'I will give my self up - whats the use of living now?'she said.
No sooner did she say this - the duct above opened and sucked her in.
'Isabelle come back' a loud voice screamed from behind.
The doctor's voice echoed in Issac's ears - 'Its acute amnesia - don't take her out of the hospital.' as he drifted back into reality.
A dejected Issac, went back to his ward number 23.He opened his eyes to see the familiar grilled windows and padded cell.
Gyanban Thoughts - Writing a twisted tale after a long time. The number 23 plays a role for some reason.This is an experiment in double twist.First when you think the obvious and then the subtle.The word ward is used here to indicate a mental asylum.
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