She was confused and wary. How had ahe ended up here? The events leading up to this moment were beginning to blur together and become indistinguishable.

There was a slight burning sensation in her left eye. She tried rubbing it but it wouldnt go away despite her efforts.

There was only a single candle lighting the room. Three of the walls were difficult to see but thw fourth stood out with vivid red.

What was she doing here? Just a minutue ago she was at the gallery, the next, here she was. How strange!

She stifled a scream as the candle was extinguised.

ArianaRose

I’m hoping to become a writer, playwright & novelist. I'm also considering becoming a Historian or librarian at this stage in life. I'm looking for opportunities in performance writing and publishing short stories in literary magazines. I study English and Creative Writing at university.