Mini-Story: The Hallway

Heather stopped at the antique mirror, checked her reflection. Teeth shone. Her eyes were clear, and so was her skin. She fixed her lavender blouse and her ravenette hair. She took one last glance at her parents. They nodded her on. Heather took a step towards them. Her mother took a step towards her. Her father held his hand up, and shook his head. She shuddered out a breath, turned on her heels, and stared down the hall. She’d already seen so many pass through this hall, already. She held her chin up, shoulders relaxed, and ran a hand through her hair. She took small strides as her long pleated skirt barely fluttered around her legs. Several deep breaths, and she stood in front of the slate grey door. A single narrow window with a wire mesh reflected her bright eyes as they bounced around the room inside. She knocked as her vision frayed. An older voice called her in, and she entered.