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The unknown · 18 April 06

She finally found the place, after a great deal of wandering around and some hopeful guesses at what looked the most promising direction. Not that it was that hard to find, but the directions they had given her at the hotel had been worse than vague. She had gained the impression that perhaps this wasn’t the kind of place they liked to associate their clientele with, but if anything that was a bonus in her eyes. She picked up a newspaper at a little corner shop; it’s always better to have a shield of sorts to ward off casual, passing interest. Not that it’d be a problem later on, but it was early and she had time to kill.

As it was so early, she didn’t go straight upstairs. She was far too nervous to eat anything, although that was a decision she knew she might regret after a few drinks, but she headed to the bar anyway. Having picked out a reasonable looking local brew and retired to a table in the corner, people watching seemed a pleasant way to while away some time. That would also give her the opportunity to see if she recognised him when he arrived. He could be here already, of course, but that didn’t seem very likely.

Finally a guy walked in carrying a case. He greeted a couple of the staff and headed up the stairs. But either the pictures she had seen had been woefully inaccurate, or that wasn’t the guy, so she settled back again to wait. There was no mistaking the next guy who walked in carrying a case, no doubting that it was him. She suppressed her first instinct to withdraw even further into the shadows, but was careful to make no movement that might attract his attention as he walked past, not even to breathe.

Once he too had disappeared upstairs, she allowed herself to relax again. It was a full ten minutes later before she had collected her thoughts enough to decide what to do. She had come this far, it seemed crazy to pull back now. But still, every muscle in her body seemed focused on carrying her out that door, into the fresh air and far far away. Finally she was able to regain her determination, and slowly she approached the stairs. Forcing her breathing to stay as normal as possible, and resisting the temptation to take one last glance at the familiar world beyond the front door, she took her first step into the unknown.


  1. There is very little scarier than the unknown. Being able to face it often takes enormous courage.
    Dan    Apr 18, 20:41    #
  2. The only way to greatness is through the door of the unknown.

    If caution forever rules over courage, we shall forever be prisoners of the status quo.
    Adrian    Apr 19, 09:22    #
  3. I want to know what was in the case :-)
    AJS    May 1, 16:23    #
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