The furniture warehouse looks empty. No one around. Inside, the clearance sale has taken most of the things around the front doors, but it looks like there are a few things still at the back, in the hazy distance. So they make their way below a high steel roof and cold lights.
Twenty minutes of searching and they find nothing good for the house. They make to leave but the door isn’t where they remember it. Looking around, there’s no beams of natural light anyway. Just the glare of LEDs.
After an hour and three searches of the perimeter, finding nothing but concrete, the panic sets it.
Paddy Dobson
4th March 2023