Friday, June 29, 2007

55 Flash Fiction

Her heels clattered, creating an echo against the bright scarlet steps. The rounded wall arched away from her on the right as she descended into a monochrome hallway of unrelenting blood-red intensity. Reflective surfaces surrounded, even the ceiling. A faint memory of Dante’s Inferno occurred. Luckily, this was the perfect place to check it out.


12 comments:

S said...

I simply must see that library next time I am up there!
And while I am at it, read all about Dante and his little inferno.

Nessa said...

Very nice. I always think of hell as this kind of slick and sterile place.

lime said...

gotta love those wild libraries!

Joe Jubinville said...

That library is, well, red.

cathy said...

Does joe mean well read. Sorry never could resist a really bad joke:)

snowelf said...

Wow...this is incredibly vivid and intense...the description is excellent! What a great read, Logophile!!

--snow

Gill said...

Thats some flashy fiction, Lo.
I red it with enthusiasm!
xo

Jocelyn said...

I love the photo as inspiration for the description. Before the photo, I had a different mental image, interestingly...

armalicious said...

That room is red.

armalicious said...

THat was a lame comment, but it's all I got this morning.

Logophile said...

Susie~ Yes, we will definitely do that.
Goldennib~ Heh, that is the Seattle Library, I cant think of library and hell together.

Lime~ I know!

Joe~ Ooooh yes, that part of it definitely is.

Cathy~ Red and read are both good things, and really, is there anything better than a bad joke?

Snowelf~ Thanks!

Actonbell~ Mar's Bar, you say? Hmmm, sounds interesting. I worked really hard to memorize those lyrics, Im glad you appreciate it :p De de dum de de dum de de dum dum dum

Blue~ I turned you red?? Oh dear :p

Jocelyn~ I love that, perspective is everything, innit?

Arm~ It IS red! Very good, you are a keen observer of the obvious a skill I myself share. Its not lame, its Monday morning, that was perfect!

G said...

Very cool. It reminded me of these boots I was quite fond of as a little girl and walked through the front hallway to hear the clacking of the heels. I can still picture the outfit.