The following photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Does it tell you a story?
|Photo credit Stephen Baum|
Emma was late; dismissing the beeping alarm she’d turned over for a few more minutes that had stretched into twenty. Now she had to make up for lost time. She would have to take the short cut through the hated underpass with its dank grey walls dripping with condensation, the dim lighting, the foetid smells of the night before and the horrors that had taken place.
Tentatively Emma stepped in the passageway hoping against hope nobody would follow her or enter from the other direction; she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the light at the end of the tunnel.
Word count: 100