Difficult to Find One’s Way
My legs were getting heavier with each stride as if I was dragging them up steep steps. In reality I was walking on a threadbare carpet caught between two rows of bookshelves. The rows didn’t end, looking forward and backward produced the same narrowing isle that disappeared into the distance. Moving forward seemed a logical choice as I searched for a break in the shelves, a passage that detoured from this isle. Feet dragging I stumbled expecting to ram into the shelf but instead I slipped through an imperceptible break in the shelving; I was in an empty work area.
By Shari Marshall – April 4, 2018
Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #82.