sixwords

Untitled - by Dawn Penguin

He reached for the shiny blue door handle as he followed the distant
hum. The handle shimmered and disappeared just before his hand made
contact. He shuddered. This whole place just seemed to be getting
stranger and stranger. Stepping backward, he placed his boot carefully
into his previous footprint, studiously avoiding the crunchy broken
glass that covered the remainder of the corridor. He stepped into a side
branch with a clear floor and worked his way a bit closer.

Approaching an intersection, he slowed. Gingerly stepping forward, he
leaned, very slowly, around the corner enough to see. There he saw a
company of enemy alien soldiers, doing exercises in a room at the end of
the corridor. As he watched, one line of troops peeled off and out of
sight, while the others continued their drill.

It was vital that he find that hum! As soon as the company had their
backs to him, he zipped across the intersection to continue down the
corridor. He could tell he was getting closer; the hum was much louder
now. He suspected it was behind this tightly closed door. He was pretty
sure he could finagle the lock.

The lock clicked, opening.

He pushed the door open carefully, and, looking in, fainted dead away.