Olivia eased the board back into place as she exited the staircase. The instructions inside the pavillion were simple.Take message with you. Ease stone back into place behind you. Go down three flights of stairs. Disturb nothing. Wait on landing until contacted.Olivia was used to waiting. She was also used to being afraid and hypervigilant. What she wasn’t used to was the awful, bone weary feeling of fatigue that was threatening to engulf her. The silence was disconcerting but at the same time welcome. An overwhelming urge to sit on the cold concrete overtook her and she felt no more.
Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Thank you to our generous host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Fridays Fictioneers. This week’s prompt is in the genre of speculative fiction
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