Esther peered down the narrow hallway. A tunnel, almost, with its arches closing over her head. “We have to go through there?”
“Yes…if we want to see the rest of the art gallery,” their guide replied, his quiet sniff betraying his view of uncooperative tourists.
Like a snobby English butler, Esther thought. Well, she couldn’t help it. She was sweating now, terror almost suffocating her as she eyed the passage. Against it stood the fear of being left on this side all alone. The struggle in her mind paralyzed her.
“Let’s proceed, everyone.” The guide’s tone forbade any dissension.
Just looking at a picture like this makes me shiver. Can you guess why? 🙂
100-word story written for Friday Fictioneers This is a great exercise in making every word count!