For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Mahdis Mousavi via Unsplash
She sniggered to herself when they all headed for the lifts, all her new, overweight, out of condition colleagues, no wonder they looked askance when she took the stairs.
“You can’t use those stairs,” one of them had called after her as she opened the door to the stairwell, “they don’t go anywhere, or…they don’t stop anywhere.”
She should have listened—it was getting late and there was no end to the staircase, only a blank wall, and when she turned, there they were, more stairs going down, endlessly.