|copyright Lora Mitchell|
Easing the door open, she saw no sign of the room’s occupant. It was of no consequence that he was not there. It merely signified her slow methodical campaign to rob him of his sanity and, eventually, his life would continue awhile longer.
Slipping into the room, she set about randomly moving items from one place to another, taking some and replacing them with something entirely different.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt.