This tale was written based on the following prompts
As he’d wandered aimlessly through the museum seeking any form of distraction, he’d never imagined that he’d find himself it this position. Scowling, he glared at those who passed by with curious eyes, huddling further down on the staircase as he reconsidered the events which had led to this moment.
It had all started innocently enough, with time to kill before his job interview, he’d decided to tour the museum, and noting absently the announcement that there was an artist in residence, he’d unconsciously followed the signs. A decision he’d regretted the moment he stepped into the exhibition.
His attention had begun to wane the moment he started wandering through the collection, the combination of abstract and contemporary leaving his unimpressed. Trees bent at unusual angles, women with waterfall hair, and this. Pausing, he stared at the blank spot which had a large sign announcing ambiguously ESCAPEE.
It was his curiosity which had done it, he’d concede that now, but hindsight wasn’t any help when the damage was done. She’d ambushed him, and now he was paying the price.
The elderly woman who’d leapt out, camera raised, lips pursed, a maniac expression upon her features, was the stuff of nightmares, and he’d admit it, he panicked.
He’d run out of the exhibition and taken sanctuary here, but it was too late.
He was her escapee now.