Karma’s Hallway

Slowly, Manny shambled through the hall. His speed didn't matter; it would always be the same hallway greeting him. The path filled with his past regrets and shame, plagued with his current guilt. Nothing would ever change that. Nothing.

His eyes drooping and weary, Manny continued on. As he made it farther down, the overhead light began flickering wildly, casting the area in a dim, inconsistent darkness. It didn't bother Manny. After all, it was always the same, and even here, only his festering memories could truly hurt him.

Halfway through, blood prickled along the ceiling, gradually dripping down the dingy walls. Eventually, Manny was wading through a river of crimson, the coppery scent burning his nostrils. Regardless, he trudged on, ignoring the constant sloshing sound.

Just before an old oak door, framed pictures appeared on the blood soaked walls. Manny could barely look at them; those reminders of the past only brought him more pain. But, deep down, Manny knew he deserved this. After all he'd done, this was merely karma's way of enacting revenge. So with a heavy sigh, he turned the knob, entering into the same exact hallway as before. After all, it was always the same.