The secret within
As he hurried hastily down the white hallway, his mind wandered behind every tightly shut door he passed by. The corridor displayed a deceivingly innocent façade, emitting a hospital-like severity. The silence that swept through it made every movement reverberate at decibels ten times higher than normal. He found himself almost tiptoeing so as to minimise the noise. But he had to hurry. He was expected at the end of the line of doors.
As yet, he did not know what to anticipate. But the telephone call told him to arrive there and come alone.
He was forced to obey.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers
Also part of Daily Prompt: Façade
I wouldn’t have hurried.
It can’t be good.
Mmmm. What is in store for this easily-led fellow?