Thousand: Six Hundred Forty-Seven

going to have to count all the way to ten, am I? After door number six a shadow looms. The light’s gone out? The girl slows, impatient but cautious. She drifts over to the left, craning her neck to see into the gloom. Hugging the left wall should give the best view around the curve. The door she wants is here on the left, too. Or will be. Soon. There, in the deepening darkness, stands door number seven. If a light were on within wouldn’t the door crack be a gleaming outline? And why is it she’s not seeing light