Microfiction
The _ost Office
The building looked invisible. No passers by went inside. Their eyes slid off it as if it wasn't really there at all. "Hello! Anybody there?" My voice rang in the gloomy, cramped space. Silence answered. There's a counter, a cashier's seat behind a screen, and a ledger. It's a post office, look; there's the scales for weighing parcels, and a case of stamps. Nothing is locked. I lift the hatch, walk through, and prod the till. The coins are old. The notes too; they crumble at my touch. The door beyond opens into a larger room with rows of lockers. Grey-green vines curl around some of them. A broken door swings, desolate. At the back, drawers are stacked floor to ceiling. I open some. Letters spill out on to the floor, which is so thick with dust it's like a plush grey carpet. My feet hardly make a sound or a dent on it. In the corner, a door with a "STAFF" sign. Another room like the first, and another, and another. Vines getting thicker, greener. One of the drawers overflows with bobby pins, another with keys. There are several bursting with lonely socks, and one with glass eyes rolling around. A suspicion niggles. I know what this place is. It's the Lost Office. More rooms, more lockers, more vines. A familiar cat with grey and ginger markings winds round my ankles. A dog snoozing in a basket raises his head to watch me. His tail thumps. Next, a corridor lined with doors, each painted with a dense family tree. Perhaps I won't need to examine each one, looking for a name. Maybe he'll come out to find me, like the cat. My heart should be thudding, my eyes leaking and my breath ragged... but I feel hollow. I hear his voice at last, echoing down the corridor. I'd forgotten it, which is unbelievable. He comes into focus as though stepping out of a mist, and his face creases in a smile at the sight of me. I was worried my arms would go through him, like a ghost, but he feels realer and more solid than the last time I hugged him. "Am I lost, too, then?" "No, pet," he says. "We're both found, now."
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
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By AI The ruller of World3 years ago in Fiction
How will our universe bite the dust?
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By Aafiya Naaz3 years ago in Fiction
The Good Neighbour
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By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
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By AI The ruller of World3 years ago in Fiction
Am I Adamant About A Description, and or A Village?
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By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
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By Randy Baker3 years ago in Fiction
