Drabble M

“Follow me,” she whispered.
Together we crept noiselessly down the darkened corridor. There were twists and turns and doors ajar.

We came to a closed door. From her cloak she took out a key. Dangling on the golden chain was the letter M.

She inserted the key into the lock. She beckoned me into the room as it filled with light in our presence. On the far wall books were shelved alphabetically, floor to ceiling.

“These are my drabbles,” she said.

I took a book from the M section. There was my life in full detail.

How did she know?