The note led Sunny to a clearing in the woods, to a shipping container half concealed by ivy and brambles. If it wasn’t for the stencilled letters and numbers, it could be something from a fairy tale, home to a sleeping princess.
Once she’d cleared the growth from the door, sweat darkened her top and her arms were lacy with scratches, threads of blood.
She stared at the block of metal, wondering why. Why someone had sent her a note telling her to come. Why she’d obeyed it.
The sun was dropping lower, midges rising from the grass. Time.
She pulled the lever. The bars squeaked, turned slowly, rust catching on rust.
‘Come on,’ she muttered.
With one last tug the mechanism released. An animal smell – ancient and rank – hit her along with a wave of heat. She swallowed, tried to ignore the call to vomit.
‘Oh, no,’ she sighed.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #73. See here to join in.
Now, why did Sunny follow those instructions – something unresolved from her past, her present? What did she find in the shipping container?
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