We had made it! I gazed around, breathless at the beauty that surrounded me. The architecture was magnificent and unlike anything I had seen before. The crowd’s murmurings echoed off the high ceilings; the light pulsed brightly from the white marbled walls. I thought back to the grey concrete walls of the place I grew up; and the musty, stifling scent that had invaded my pores. Here the scent was fresh with open spaces that promised freedom. But soon it would no longer exist. We began the work we had signed up for: rendering these extravagant spaces into a memory.
What do you feel when entering an impressive building?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2018
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)