It’s just a list I hear you say.
True, but it’s one you dare not ignore. It goes up on this wall nine o’clock every Friday morning.
Some bright spark, seeing his name wasn’t on the list, has gone and chalked a smiley face underneath. Foolish. It’s acts like that get you noticed.
What’s on the list I hear you ask? Just names. If your name’s on the list then your obliged to go through that door to the right.
You’re probably wondering what’s behind the door?
Thing is, I’ve no idea.
Never yet met anyone who’s come back out.
A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
Photo courtesy of Grant-Sud.