Climbing

Posted: July 28, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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White stairs stretched forever, up and down, repeating floor after floor, glistening and clean.

He had forgotten his forgotten his name, forgotten his story, forgot anything but the stairs.

Sometimes he wondered if this was Hell and what monstrous things he could have done to deserve it.


This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Mahdis Mousavi for providing the prompt photo!

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