Angela at Anonymous Legacy suggested that this week's Visual Dare prompt was a natural follow-up to last week's, so I decided to go with that and am continuing my story. If you haven't read last week's, please do so you can see where my nameless heroine started. (I tell you, trying to tell a story 150 words at a time is really hard.)
Be sure to go to Angela's blog, too, and follow the linkies to see what everyone else wrote.
A second glance confirmed that the room was bare and without exits – other than the stairs through the frame, that is. As I gathered my resolve to step through, an oddity in the frame caught my attention: there was a key embedded in the gilt. It came right off when touched.
Clutching the key and the candle lantern, I stepped onto the stairs. One step at a time I descended. After several long minutes, I came to the bottom and a large wooden door. A tarnished brass plate the size of a paperback book contained a keyhole.
With a turn of my key, the door swung open away from me. Peering around the frame, I could just make out the outlines of ceiling-high bookcases and scattered tables and chairs. A slim crescent moon shone through mullioned windows.
All evidence of the door disappeared as it swung shut behind me.