Sunday Photo Fiction: June 28th 2015 – Rolls Royce Angel
My hands followed the wall and I hoped I can find the switch soon. I started to understand how difficult for the blinds can be the orientation.
I reached the bookshelf. I could smell the scent of the old books. Though I wasn’t a big reader the old books were always interesting me.
I found the switch finally. I turned it on but no light. Tried it again and again but the darkness just smiled into my face and prickled my eyes.
Then I heard some noise. It wasn’t very loud and it sounded like a little girl’s laughter.
I thought I was already enough scarred to continue be apart of this “great opportunity”. I was ready to leave the building.
– Tito! Why don’t you follow me? Where have you been? Big Mouth is waiting, come. –
– Boo! What does this everything mean? Why is there no light? To where we are going? To be honest I was on my way to escape this building.
– Hold this and follow me. –
– Really great answer. What is that? – Boo placed into my palm some cool thing. It was something metallic and the shapes resembled me an angel.