– Boo! Where are you? – I barely heard my voice because the buzz in my head was louder. – Boo! Bro, don’t do this to me. It is not even funny. –
Sunday Photo Fiction: June 21st 2015 – Sunset
‘OK, let’s think positive. This is maybe just apart of the project and the new people need to go through this. I hate such situations and I hate to worry like a little spoiled girl.’
I stretched my hand again and tried to find some point, something I could recognize and the most important a wanted to find the switch.
I passed this gallery so many times wile my walks but never entered it. I was told the owner is collecting some nice articles but not everybody is allowed to see them. It was a little strange to me because the galleries I knew were created for the visitors. Any visitors they like art.
The next thing it made busy my mind was the wheelchair. Of course it should be any wheelchair but the lady with the old folk disappeared so quickly. I just assume they maybe entered the gallery but… why this darkness and why is the wheelchair here and empty?
I knew the sun will set in an hour. Though it was enough bright before I entered the gallery I couldn’t see any window shapes they should enter some little light that could help me to get oriented in this building.