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.

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