Alicia stepped through the door and into a warehouse. Pallet racking towered above her.
Startled, she turned heels and barged through the fire escape.
The pub was half-empty; a Beatles song playing on the jukebox.
Alicia imagined the speech bubble over her head. ‘What the …’
She wandered to the front door and stared out at a car park.
‘You alright, love?’ The barman asked.
Ignoring him, she exited onto a theatre stage and into the glare of a spotlight.
Alicia raised a hand to her eyes. Every door opened to a new space.
But none seemed to lead home.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
1 comment:
Oh, this is an interesting one, Rob! Now I'm left wondering if she's dreaming, or if she's really drunk, or something else. Lots to ponder here, and I like it!
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