I guessed the building to be from the Victorian
era. Long halls. Wide trim boards. Dark corners.
With only an hour remaining before the rock concert in the arena next
door, I found myself whisking up and down the halls, peering through unmarked
doors. Finally, I chanced upon two
middle-aged men in wheelchairs, parked at the junction of two halls, deep in
conversation. I stood beside one of the
men until he finished speaking and acknowledged me.
“Bathroom?” I bleated.
“Other side of the building,” the man responded. “Up front.
On the Left.”
“I was just there.
I didn't see anything.”
“There is another hall. You have to look for it.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
I strode away once more, footfalls echoing dully as I
tracked down the endless hallways. Door
after door after door and corner after corner…
Suddenly I woke in my bed. And within thirty second I found my master
bathroom.
What concert did I just miss, I wondered?
--Mitchell
Hegman
Might have been "Life." It rocks!
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