Alice Down the Corridor







Alice approached the blue blazered beaver.
“Rabbit hole?”
“The entrance, Miss? Down there, PVC door.”
“Down this corridor? But it’s so sterile.”
“Thank-you, Miss, we try. Please disinfect as you go. Dispensers placed at regular intervals.”
Rooks like skinny-legged priests loped the length of the corridor, inspecting nothing, very importantly.
“The hole’s too dangerous. Your grandmother was lucky not to hurt herself falling down it the way she did. There is a plaque though.”
Beaver slapped his tail on the marble floor summoning a bevy of jackdaws out of nowhere,
“A few details for security.”
“Sign in.”
“Take a lanyard.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.