Sunday, December 7, 2008

Short Story

I also wrote this a while ago in my scribbler and didn't get around to typing it...

The old campus is constantly changing, moving around, growing and shrinking; which I usually find charming, exciting and wonderful. This evokes curiosity within me, but sometimes it can be confusing or puzzling. Today I had an experience that was jarring in response to all of that change. There is a tiny little washroom by the offices on the second floor, of the G Block, underneath the painting studios (by the deck). The washroom is so strange and condensed that there isn't even any room for a mirror in front of the sink (like most washrooms have) because the paper towel dispenser is crammed between the edge of the wall and the sink. I walked into this confined closet of a washroom this evening, I simultaneously shut the door and slid out of my backpack; when in my peripheral vision I saw something move; a figure. My stomach dropped, alert, I turned wide eyed to directly confront this intruder. Who is... oh.
It was now apparent that a mirror was finally installed.

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