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
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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