My attempt at micro fiction in just a few sentences.
"Where, where?" he panicked, as he ran up and down the corridor of closed doors. The corridor stretched endlessly and he had only few seconds to get out before the place was sealed off. He called out to her as loud as he could. The silence grew thicker and more stifling by the second. And then, he saw, one door opened few inches inward with a golden key hanging on the knob. Stepping inside, he knew he would never make it out.
Sian's story telling Sunday.