She awoke with a haze swimming in her head and staggered out the door, then stopped. Walls of metal and floors of smoothed concrete met her gaze, illumined by unexceptional fluorescent lights lending the corridor a cold, antiseptic ambience and not a single sound whispered in the sterile promontory.
Where was she?
Her head spun as her thoughts reached backwards, grasping for the last thing she remembered, but emptiness pervaded her mind. Blackness as empty as the corridor in which she stood.
Nothingness leached down on her like icy rain. She felt numb.
Remembrance Struck. This was her afterlife.
Word Count: 100
Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge to spin a tale of exactly 100 words, graciously hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This is my contribution.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Amy Reese