She stared up into the void created by the spiraling staircase.

So many more stories to go –

Each story an adventure unto itself.

What did the maid find when she opened the door to room 234?

What fell out of his pocket as he dashed from room 511, seconds before her husband stepped onto the floor?

So, she slowly started climbing each step –

She glanced around as she levelled off at each landing.

She smiled at the little girl in pigtails;

She nodded her head at the lady in pearls;

She made way for the handsome man who walked past, stooped over his walking cane.

 

One by one –

Step by step.

When she got to the top

She paused;

And set the foundations for her own story.

 

Looking down, she saw the man, the lady, the maid, the girl.

And waved goodbye to them all as she soared down to her final chapter.

The End.