Today’s 1 Minute Fiction post hosted by Cyranny and the picture is borrowed from Sadje’s post. The rules are to write a one-minute story or poem about the picture. You can think about it ahead of time but type it in a minute, and correct typo’s later. He’s my go at it.
Am I In a Government Building?
I was looking for the tax assessor’s office when I came upon a security guard. I stopped him and asked for directions. He pointed me down the hall and told me to follow the arrows on the floor – they would take me to my destination. Believing the man to be of honest character, I followed his instructions. The arrows led me down a corridor, through a couple of doors to more corridors, past a lunchroom with no discernable end in sight. I began to wonder if the security guard was having a bad day and decided to play a prank on me. I was getting nowhere.
I backtracked a few arrows and suddenly realized I was indeed in a government building and hopelessly lost. The indecisive, bureaucratic arrow layers had me trapped. It was then I noticed an arrow pointing to a door I previously missed and thought, “Ah ha! I found my mistake. This is the way to go.” I happily pushed open the door only to see my worst nightmare on the floor – an arrow pointing back at me.
I hope my cell phone battery lasts a while. I’m going to have to call my wife to send a rescue party out for me. I hope my dog remembers me when I get out of here?