The Frames

Breathing heavily, his legs couldn't move, as if there was a lead ball inside of him, making him feel the sternness and inevitability of the situation. He felt as if he was watching a movie he once knew but forgot all about.
He observed as people he didn't recognize entered the room happily, each carrying a frame as big as themselves. They came in different shapes - a square, a closed circle, an open circle, an oval, a triangle. They stood in a line, buried the frames in the sand on the floor and looked expectantly on their host.