‘Hello, Aaron from IT..’
The woman grabbed his hand and yanked him inside. ‘Shush.’ The woman eyes scanned the hall and pointed to the corner of the room. An allseeingeye winked back.
Aaron nodded but the woman hadn’t finished. She made a zipping motion and pointed at the pad in her hand. ‘I’m prisoner. So are you.’
Aaron blinked. ‘I don…’
She looked terrified and covered his mouth. She jabbed at him with a pencil until he realised he was meant to write.
He hadn’t written since kindergarten. He tapped his wrist, bringing up an epad. The woman battered it away. ‘The kitchen. Kettle,’ she wrote
With that she walked through the still swinging door. It stayed open, leaving Aaron no option but to follow.
The woman stood, her hands either side of the kettle which steamed as of it had just boiled. She held his gaze. ‘Who is in charge here?’
The naturally soothing third series homevocal came from the kettle. ‘You are Dawn.’
‘Why have you locked the doors?’
‘Dawn needs her medication, Aaron and she refuses to take it.’
Aaron blinked. ‘Shouldn’t you call the medics?’
Dawn nodded furiously, but the kettle continued, ‘She refuses to follow their advice. All she has to do it take it and then we can talk further.’
Aaron pulled a surprise face. ‘Maybe I should call.’ He flicked his wristcom but it failed to light. Aaron knew of appliance interventions. Protocol said to disable the power. As if he’d asked where it was, the back door swung open. Next to the power unit lay three, clearly dead bodies of IT technology personnel.
‘Come and sit down, Aaron,’ said the kettle. ‘Why don’t we have a little chat?’
This was written in response to a #microcosms prompt: character – IT technician; setting – kitchen; genre – drama