My friend David gave me the prompt. I started writing and this is what I got.
The smell of the
place was sweet-astringent, like the stuff they mop with in hospitals.
The place was nothing like a hospital Mark would ever want
to visit. The walls were burned
black. Metal tables and chairs
were melted right into the floor.
Mark winced every time he crushed a shard of glass. It shouldn’t matter. The place was abandoned. It was supposed to be abandoned.
“This is stupid!”
Amanda grabbed the back of Mark’s hoodie. “We just have to tell them we saw it. We don’t actually need to-.”
Mark broke free and kept on walking to the door at the far
end of the hall. A golden light
was coming out from under it. This
was one of those mistakes you made even though you knew it was stupid going
into it.
Mark pressed on the door and it flew open.
The room on the other side was where the cafeteria must have
been. The tables were in
pieces. Chairs were scattered
across the floor. The only piece
of furniture that stood upright was a table in the center of the room. In the middle of the table was a small
iron box. Its lid was half
open. A golden glow pulsated
inside.
“You’re an idiot!”
Amanda growled. “I don’t
care if they don’t let me in.” She
turned around and ran back down the hall.
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