Desperately, I broke the glass with my elbow. Supporting his weight, I reached in and opened the door. “You’ll be all right.” I said as I helped him settle into the chair. “I’ll go see what I can find.”
At the entrance of the small alley style kitchen, I discovered a shelf on my left. “Perfect,” I gasped, reaching the top for the baking soda. The box toppled and fell on the ground. It sounded surprising hallow. I peeked inside, it was empty. I tried another box, it was empty as well. After several tries, I staggered back, brushing a few loose strands of hair back. Unbelievable, everything is empty. This is all fake, even the bottle of whiskey.
Then a realization hit me, they were expecting this, weren’t they? I hurried back to him and found him slumped on the table. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, helping him upright again. “There’s nothing here.”
A smile appeared across his face, hand pressed tight against his wound, “At least I got you to break a rule.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.