The building stood dark against the skyline.
The sloping grounds vibrating from the traffic as the city made its way home. And beneath the grass. The long forgotten passages only a few had known about.
A white tiled room.
A flickering light.
Illuminating barely enough.
Broken restraints on a rusted bed. Dusty equipment in an open drawer. A shiver then for what might've been. An inkling of what went on. The screams of the last patient still dripping from the wipe clean walls.
A catch of breath at the creak.
Like the somnambulant soles of a nurses shoe.
Lisa Williams over 5 years ago
Thanks Drew. Only short. Prompted after writing this then mulling over your apartment series. (So thank you!) X