100 Word Story

She took a deep breath and kicked at the door taking care to avoid its re-bound. Although unarmed she entered the darkened corridor with caution: it was pitch black with uneven surfaces and cob-webs everywhere. Her skin began to crawl with fear as she left the dimming light and attempted to make progress by pushing further into the unknown. Her breath was shallow, the surrounding smell was unpleasant and her knees hurt from the constant stumbles. And then suddenly a large heavy door swung open: a magnificent rose garden of possibilities: another cr*ppy meeting with her line manager was over.