Halflight Stairs

Halflightstairs

Disinfectant, a harsh morning waft and a sticky floor. Professor James’ shoes squeaked on the freshly mopped laminate, his weathered hand with rough nails catching on the banister as he ascended.  The light from the round glass windows passed over his brown suit, highlighting the  threadbare arms and baggy knees.

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