100 Word Story

The room was small; the room was hot. He craved some cooling water; his confidence was plummeting. From not completing his immigration form properly to a full-blown interrogation about smuggled drugs had been remarkably rapid. Home seemed a long way and several time zones away.

Through a tiny window, small clouds travelled at speed across a glorious sky.

'Let's go through this one more time' said the official. Mike had seen enough thrillers to know they didn't want his current answers-true or not.

The perspiration trickled down his back, his shirt was soaked; he was in serious trouble.