The space was small, yet vast. A corridor into the unknown; a portal into possibility and he gazed through the confusing labyrinth, contemplating his choice. Inward or outward; up or down, the avenue toward what he sought yawned before him, perilous and strange, yet beguilingly inviting.
He had waited many long days for that moment. The anticipation of opportunity thrilled through him with revitalizing electricity. No longer would he be trapped in the mundane halls of this reality; a new realm waited, he only needed to choose. Inward or outward; up or down?
Each prospect enticed him with a hint of mystery or the lush scent of the obscure, but he could only make one selection and, at last, he smiled. His direction was clear. He chose the realm where endless variety and challenge piqued his curiosity, inviting the vanguard of intrepidity.
Inward, into the undiscovered country of himself.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a Writing Prompt blog that supplies a photo prompt once each week to Inspire, Challenge and Share the joy of the written word.
Photograph by Joy Pixley