Flash Fiction



His mind ran a fountain of emotions as his eyes fixed on the old dark wooden door.

In the dim late evening sun light that shone through the smashed windows, he could see the cobwebs that ran like a labyrinth across, creating a thin veil of separation between the overriding urge to open the door or turn an run, escaping the eerie old abandoned school altogether.

Still his mind battled with his urge to explore what could be behind.

It could lead anywhere, but it was the only door in the whole building that had been left closed.

Beads of sweat ran from his brow as he reached out to the door handle with an overly shaky hand,

the door handle turned, but his hand was still to reach it……….


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