Her voice echoed around the stacks with no reply

Judy hadn’t deliberately become locked in the library. She’d told her colleague, Moira, goodbye, and had left an hour earlier. But when she reached her car she realised she’d meant to dig out an old diary she thought might be helpful research for her planned novel. So back she’d gone, past the empty reception desk and into the archives at the back of the building. She didn’t have the reference number, just a vague recollection of where the diary should be, so she’d rummaged around for a time bef...