Was it locker 6d, row 3, aisle 5, or locker 5d, aisle 6 row c?
My heart was pounding as I ran along each corridor.
I wondered how long the generators held.
I pictured the brochure “all your most precious safe in climate controlled lockers, . . . generator back up . . .
Page blurred on me, or was it just sweat in my eyes.
Ken said, get it tattooed on your arm, but I was too scare of pain and needles.
Generator lights began to flicker, I ran faster.
If I was too late . . .
Breathlessly written, and almost too late, for Friday Fictioneers, September 30.