I helped myself in through that window. The factory seemed deserted. Everything was black. My eyes adjusted with their usual blinding speed. I stayed as quiet as a mouse. I didn't know if Portia was here, but somebody was...
I soon spotted three bare light bulbs. They were the only points of light in the whole place. Each light seemed to lead to a different part of the factory
I decided to check them out.
Copyright Rachel Bradshaw 1999.