Outside The Men's Room

Plush carpet lines the hall, fancy wallpaper, dark wooden trim. Behind you is the door you just opened. On the left is another, on the right another, and straight ahead yet a third.

Thru one of those doors lies the way out.

Behind you the door you swings shut. The lights are down low. Faint music plays over the P.A. system, a familiar yet unidentifiable melody drifting down and landing on the carpet at your feet.

Now you must choose. Which way out?

Right? Left? Straight? you briefly wonder to yourself, but your body makes the choice for you and moves toward the obvious door.

You grab the handle and turn it. You pull on the door. And before you is a closet stacked with clorox, liquid soap, and rolls and rolls of toilet paper. You turn around.

Plush carpet lines the hall, fancy wallpaper, dark wooden trim. Behind you is the door you just opened. On the left is another, on the right another, and straight ahead yet a third.

Thru one of those doors lies the way out.

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Omni Hotel, JournalCon 2003, Austin TX

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