Catching up

The artefacts in the hall appeared to speak. He felt a vague sense of familiarity, as if he had touched the objects before. Then, his face stared down at him from the portrait above.

The town was flooded, and he was held up for the night here. It was probably a museum.

 

(52 words)

Writespiration by Sacha Black

 

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