This week’s photo prompt is provided by Joy Pixley. Thank you Joy!
Another stairwell same as the last, floors interlocking over her head like a wooden puzzle box. The handrail was rough under her palm, the grain snagging her skin – like stroking a shark.
Looking up made her head spin, floor and ceiling flipping until it seemed she could reach out a toe, walk on the underside of the stairs. She imagined gravity tugging her hair, making it stream from her scalp in waves like upturned seaweed, her clothes tumbling in layers about her face, the effort of holding up arms heavy as pork joints.
Just one step was all it took, she was sure. If she just had the courage to try.
She slipped of her shoes, hoisted herself up on the rail, toes gripping at the air. Hollows above and below sucked at her, pulling her up, tugging her down.
Just one step.